Jimmy took out a lighter, lit the cigarette he had been holding for a while, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke. He didn't look at Karaway but instead focused on the people in the plaza. "The evidence against Senator Pratt's corrupt officers has been thoroughly investigated. It's confird that there's no problem with the evidence. Of course, so matters will need further investigation. Director Karaway, I'm just a minor character; I don't know much, so the clues I can offer are limited."
Karaway shook the player in her hand: "Have you listened to it? What's inside?"
Jimmy: "Call logs."
Karaway: "About what?"
Jimmy didn't answer her question, "Director Karaway, please keep inford afterward. I also need to report back to others."
Jimmy tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray on the trash bin, "Well then, I won't disturb you anymore, Director. I still need to return to the office to handle so docunts. Goodbye, Director Karaway."
Jimmy didn't wait for her reply and directly turned around to enter the building, heading back to his office.
Karaway put the player into her handbag and watched Jimmy leave. She stood there for a while before going upstairs to her office.
Taking out earphones from a drawer and plugging them into the player, Karaway started the player to listen to the files inside. The previous call logs between herself and Senator Pratt rang out.
After listening to the conversation, Karaway removed the earphones and pulled out a file from the docunts on her desk. It was Jimmy's FBI file, with summaries of cases he had handled there. There were many corresponding case files, which couldn't all be displayed in one docunt.
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At night, Jimmy went to a club in Brooklyn and, after giving the doorman the na Maxwell, was led to his room.
The club had a nice style. The furniture and wall decorations in the room were wooden, with a dark oak bar and wine rack, spacious and comfortable dark leather seats, a unique shaped wooden table in the middle with a service bell, an ashtray, and a near-empty wine glass.
As Jimmy approached, he started observing the room's decorations and items. Upon entering the room, he scanned left and right, confirming there were no surveillance caras, feeling reassured.
Maxwell was already inside. He stood up, shook hands with Jimmy in welco, and then led him to the wine rack. Besides having so liquors, there was also a small cabinet.
He opened the cabinet to reveal two rows of cigar boxes, "The cigars here are pretty good too, Jimmy, give them a try. What would you like to drink?"
Jimmy smiled and said, "Bourbon will be fine. Oh, Montecristo, this one it is."
Jimmy took out a Montecristo A cigar, closed the cabinet, and ca over to the seats, where Maxwell had already co over with a bottle of bourbon and two glasses, "Looks like you really enjoy cigars too."
Jimmy said while toasting the cigar, "Actually, I smoke very little. I mainly smoke cigarettes. Thanks."
Jimmy picked up the glass and clinked it with Maxwell's, "Cheers."
After setting down the glass, Jimmy looked at Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell... Adam, have you thought it over?"
Maxwell corrected Jimmy's address for him, then picked up his previously smoked cigar, took a few puffs, exhaled the smoke, "Jimmy, so things aren't that simple."
Jimmy: "I'm listening."
Adam: "I understand your side's thoughts. Washington's investigation results are favorable to Peter, but I still can't drop the charges just like that."
Jimmy said convincingly, "Soone's targeting Peter!"
Adam nodded, "Sorry to disappoint you."
Jimmy: "Seems this person is important to you." He puffed the cigar, thought for a mont, and asked, "Curtis?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novęlfire
Adam was taken aback, a puff of smoke getting stuck in his throat, causing him to choke violently, "Cough, cough," taking a while to stop. He took a sip of bourbon, looked at Jimmy, "Where did you get that na?"
Jimmy smiled slightly, "Just tell if I got it right."
Adam shook his head, "Didn't expect you guys to investigate so much."
Jimmy: "Let's be honest with each other, so why is that?"
Adam: "I can't say."
Jimmy: "Who is he? You know I can find out, just need a little ti."
Adam: "Curtis Hagen, imprisoned for forgery."
Jimmy was speechless, took a sip from his glass, set it down, and looked at Adam, "I assu you've investigated . You should communicate with him first. If... if you can't sort it out, I'll et him and have a good talk."
Adam didn't expect Jimmy to speak so bluntly, was taken aback, then placed the cigar into his mouth, leaning back in his chair.
Jimmy looked at Adam without speaking further, realizing he must have sothing held against him by this Curtis. Direct involvent might not turn out well.
Thinking it over, Jimmy decided to exert so pressure, saying, "Forgery only requires a few years in prison. Curtis would still get out. You could tell him that if he doesn't want to be targeted by when he's out, he better drop those unscrupulous ideas. My reputation isn't the best in so people's eyes."
Adam nodded, understanding Jimmy's point. Directly confronting Curtis with the leverage he holds could drag him down. Curtis Hagen dealt with art cris; ticulous in thought, even if lacking Jimmy's physical threats, he could use what he had to bring Adam down.
Adam sneaked a glance at Jimmy. If these two were to collide, it might be the best outco for him.
Jimmy had already made it clear he wouldn't take the lead forcefully, and Adam couldn't force him to visit Curtis in prison.
Adam: "Let think about it."
Jimmy: "Ti's short, the hearing should be in a few days, right?"
Adam: "Yeah, next week."
Jimmy: "So please handle it as soon as possible. Thanks."
Jimmy looked at the cigar in his hand. The Montecristo A was initially short, and it was about finished. He placed the cigar head in the ashtray, poured drinks for himself and Adam, "Here's to your success, cheers."
After drinking, Jimmy got up and adjusted his clothes. Adam Maxwell also stood up, the two shook hands and bid farewell. Jimmy left the club, drove back to his apartnt. As for Adam, let this headache him; it wouldn't be that easy.
The next day, Jimmy didn't receive any phone calls, neither from Director Karaway nor from Prosecutor Adam Maxwell, neither of whom gave any news, making Jimmy a bit uneasy.
It's understandable that Adam's side needed so ti to communicate with the people behind, but the complete silence from Director Karaway seed off.
Although they hadn't officially dealt with each other, soone capable of becoming Director like Karaway surely had talent. Whether confirming information or considering options, a day should have been sufficient. Even if she planned to refuse, there should have been so feedback. Although Jimmy wasn't an active agent and not under her jurisdiction now, finding him wasn't difficult.
On the third day, while Jimmy was idling in the office reading a newspaper, he suddenly received a call from Hughes. He frowned as he answered, simultaneously getting up to close the office door, "Hughes, I'm in the office."
Hughes: "Let's have dinner together after work."
Jimmy: "Alright. Ti and place?"
Hughes: "I'll send you a ssage later."
Jimmy: "No problem."
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