George was completely awake now, abduction was not the sa as kidnapping, kidnapping an FBI agent? How could those people work so sloppily?
Jimmy continued: "You were present at the gunfight the night before last, the four people killed on the boat were my doing."
George finally spoke: "Are you threatening ?"
Jimmy: "No, just stating a fact. I just want to tell you so facts, so you can pay attention to what you really want to say when you consider answering so of my questions. Now I'll give you a little ti to think."
Jimmy turned his head to look at the one-way mirror, extended his right index and middle finger to point at the glass, then drew them back and forth near his neck. Jimmy knew Lars was watching outside; it was part to ease things if Jimmy's interrogation yielded new clues and part to keep an eye on Jimmy so he wouldn't take things too far, as minor issues were negotiable, but major ones could be trouble.
Seeing Jimmy's action, Lars crossed his arms and watched Jimmy without moving, having already shut down the interrogation room surveillance once before, which could be justified as a necessary compromise at that ti, but doing it again now would be hard to explain
Jimmy noticed Lars had no reaction, he raised his hand to point at the cara in the ceiling corner; of course, he knew Lars got his aning, but Lars didn't cooperate, which sowhat surprised and frustrated him.
After waiting for over ten seconds, Jimmy put his hand down. It seed Lars was determined not to do anything illicit anymore.
Jimmy looked again at George in front of him, "Have you thought it over?"
George: "Who are you really?"
Jimmy: "Just an ordinary FBI agent, you can call Jimmy, or perhaps the God of War of Manhattan. You mix in New York; maybe you're a bit more familiar with that nickna."
George's face turned grim, his forehead wrinkled due to furrowing, which was quite evident on a bald head: "The rumors are true? You're the 'Butcher'?"
Jimmy: "You actually know that na, it seems there's no need for to say much more. So, have you made up your mind?"
George didn't answer Jimmy's question but instead asked: "Is it true that you killed over a hundred people?"
Jimmy: "Over a hundred? Maybe, perhaps even more. By the way, in the cases I handle, less than 10% of people end up in prison. Now, tell , do you want to et the prison guard or the forensic doctor next?"
George swallowed and his mouth twitched a bit, "What do you want to know?"
Jimmy: "Your identity, what nickna do you have in the underworld?"
George: "We are the Heisen Brothers."
Jimmy: "You? How many people? Who are the mbers?"
George: " and Allen Todd, Todd is from Heisen City, Arkansas."
Jimmy: "Oh? Arkansas? Which county?"
George: "A small city in Prelie County, very tiny, less than ten square kiloters."
Jimmy: "Oh, never noticed it, but that's normal, I don't morize every city. By the way, before joining the FBI, I was a county police officer in Plaskey County, seems like we have a connection. Alright, no more pleasantries, now tell , which gang does the ship you collaborated with belong to?"
George thought for a mont then said: "I need a deal."
Another one of those familiar process bastards, talking with police is one downside of gangsters, once things exceed their expectations, they start causing trouble.
Jimmy: "Are you sure? Seems like you understand your fate. So, speak."
George: "We were only responsible for transportation, we don't participate in other matters. I can give you all I know, but I don't want to be prosecuted."
Jimmy: "What can you give us?"
George: "Everything, what organization kidnapped them, the freight ship's information, I believe this should be enough."
Jimmy stared into George's eyes, it was clear he was quite composed, he likely wasn't lying. He raised his hand to wave at the one-way glass, and after a few seconds, the interrogation room door opened, Lars walked in. Jimmy didn't turn around, he looked at George and said, "Agent Lars is in charge of this kidnapping case, if you want to make a deal, you can talk to her, I just want what I need."
After speaking, Jimmy stood up, turned to look at Agent Lars: "Agent Lars, you're handling this?"
Lars nodded, "No problem."
Jimmy nodded, buttoned his suit, and left the interrogation room.
This ti luck was on his side, George obviously knew quite a bit, far more than ordinary people, most would only have seen so footage of Jimmy from old news, yet he knew Jimmy's body count, confirming that George was soone who paid great attention to gathering information, generally valuing their life, not daring to gamble.
Moreover, George's accomplice was from Arkansas, albeit not the sa county as Jimmy, still sowhat a countryman; offering them a chance seed reasonable, their cris weren't heinous, rely involved in transportation, they weren't Jimmy's target.
Information arrived quickly this ti, Jimmy had just sat in his office for less than an hour when Agent Lars called, he buttoned his suit, called Mark along, and headed to Lars' office.
Jimmy: "Agent Lars, is there news?"
Lars nodded: "The deal is made, George and Allen will testify as informants against them. This is the information you wanted."
Lars gave a notebook to Jimmy, apparently, Lars had imdiately notified Jimmy upon obtaining the information, without getting the chance to draft a formal interrogation report.
The shadow of Quetzalcoatl, a xican gang, primarily engaged in smuggling, smuggling drugs, firearms, human trafficking, etc. They're not end-sellers, mainly responsible for point-to-point transportation.
Their main ans of transportation is freight ships, routes primarily between several port cities on the United States East Coast to xico, Colombia, and Brazil. They not only smuggle goods into the United States from other countries but also transport things from the United States to other countries, and what can be transported needs prior communication with them.
The Heisen Brothers act as sub-agents for the shadow of Quetzalcoatl gang, managing the distribution of so of the goods, they don't do end-sales, rely rotate them.
This ti, the organization needing help transporting people to Colombia is that organization whose main business is kidnapping, Flower Shadow, with its leaders mostly using plant and flower nas; they don't know the real nas, collaborating for money, so long as a suitable introducer exists, they don't mind cooperating with strangers to transport two people out of the United States.
This ti, it was the Venus flytrap introduced by one of the middlen caught by Jimmy; they had cooperated before, so the initial collaboration went smoothly. Actually, had Jimmy arrived ten minutes later, after the ship finished its warm-up and started moving, this transportation would have been completed.
Looking at this data, it was sowhat chilling for Jimmy; had they delayed at the aquatic sports center or waited for their technician to work overti retrieving yacht info, chasing them would have been too late. Tily contact with the Coast Guard for their support was crucial, buying Jimmy and his team those vital ten minutes.
Jimmy noted down everything about Quetzalcoatl's shadow; in New York, they had two bases and a warehouse. George knew this because their previous cooperation was quite pleasant, especially for so high-end goods; selling them at yacht parties was convenient, so knowing sensitive information was normal.
Jimmy handed the notebook to Mark, looking at Agent Lars: "Lars, the follow-up on the kidnapping case..."
Lars interrupted Jimmy: "I only handle the kidnapping case, anything extending beyond that you deal with yourselves."
Jimmy nodded, stretched out his hand to shake Lars farewell: "We'll make a copy of the data, Mark will return the notebook to you later. Thank you."
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