Jimmy grabbed Jerry's arm and shook it twice, "Calm down, calm down, Jerry, let's go over there to talk."
Jimmy took Jerry out of the hall and walked out of the headquarters building. Since Jerry had co to find him, it must be sothing important. Jerry had known for a long ti that Jimmy had beco a county police officer. Jimmy used to often bring him food and supplies, but later the visits had beco much less frequent.
Jimmy and Jerry walked to the parking lot, where there weren't many people, so they could talk freely.
Jimmy: "Jerry, do you have a daughter? Tell about it."
Jerry had already passed the excited stage when he first saw Jimmy and now seed to have cald down.
Jerry: "Yes, I have a daughter. She went with my ex-wife, who remarried an accountant. They live in mphis, Tennessee."
Jerry took a photo out of his pocket, which he obviously cherished. It was laminated, although it looked like he frequently viewed it, as the lamination was worn and wrinkled. The photo showed a man and two won, a happy family. Jimmy took the photo and looked at it. The Jerry in the photo was nothing like the holess man in front of him.
The scene in the photo looked like a picnic, with Jerry sitting on the grass, watching a beautiful young woman and a little girl arranging food on a picnic blanket.
The Jerry in the photo wore casual clothes and had a smiling face showing a few teeth, short hair, and sowhat chubby, whereas the real Jerry was much thinner, with ssy hair and wearing dirty, tattered clothes.
The person who took the photo was talented, managing to capture the faces of Jerry and the little girl during such a family activity. Although it wasn't a full frontal view, most of their faces were clearly visible.
Jerry continued: "This is a photo from 7 years ago. After that, we got divorced and my daughter Mary went with my ex-wife back to her ho in mphis.
Three years ago, she married a local accountant in mphis. Since then I haven't seen them. I only call Mary from ti to ti."
Last night, Mary suddenly called , saying soone was after them. After that, I couldn't contact Mary again. No one answered the phone, and this morning it was turned off."
Jerry, agitated again: "Jimmy, you're the only cop I know, you must help find my Mary. Please."
Jimmy: "Jerry, don't get worked up. I'm just a county cop, and besides, mphis is in Tennessee, I don't really know anyone over there. Calm down, let's analyze this properly."
Jimmy thought about the people he knew and realized that his only connection to Tennessee was a past case, but that was an FBI interstate case, not a local Tennessee case.
Jimmy: "Jerry, did you report it to the police?"
Jerry: "No, I haven't seen them since my ex-wife remarried. I don't even know where they live. Even if I reported it, I wouldn't know their location."
Jimmy: "That's tricky then. If we don't know the location, even if soone was willing to check, we wouldn't know where to start. Give Mary's phone number, I'll try to see if soone can confirm the address."
Jerry gave the number to Jimmy, who curiously asked, "Jerry, how did you end up holess? You seed to have a good life before, according to the photo."
Jerry, realizing that getting anxious was pointless and having no reason to hide anything from Jimmy, responded.
Jerry: "Yeah, my life used to be quite good. I had a happy family and my own factory. However, a few years ago, a serious accident occurred at the factory and I lost a lawsuit. I went bankrupt, the bank took the factory, and I also got divorced."
Jimmy: "Going bankrupt doesn't necessarily an you have to be holess, does it?"
Jerry: "It's no use. I couldn't recover financially for years after the bankruptcy, plus the bankruptcy record will follow for many years. I'm too old now to return to my forr life."
Jimmy: "Alright, let's not talk about the past for now. I'll start looking for soone to try and locate her, then we'll see how to proceed. Jerry, you go back for now, and I'll call you if there's any news. If you have more information, you might try calling the mphis police station."
Jimmy saw Jerry off and began thinking about how to handle the situation.
Although Jimmy hadn't spent much ti with Jerry, it was clear that Jerry had always been taking care of Jimmy, otherwise he wouldn't have put so much effort into contacting Jon for him, knowing that, as holess people, they generally keep to themselves and act as strangers to each other.
Moreover, as a holess person, being able to find connections from his past and get a job at Jon's restaurant, where he was paid quite well, was sothing Jimmy hadn't fully appreciated at the ti. It was only after being in the United States for a while that he realized how lucky he had been.
In the United States, any businessman who employs holess people for odd jobs is considered a brave soul, not to ntion the various diseases that might be involved, just the theft, troublemaking, and drug-related issues alone are enough to deter most people from hiring holess individuals.
Not only did Jon employ him, but he also paid him a regular salary and even acted as a guarantor for him to rent an apartnt. All this originated from Jerry vouching for him with Jon. Although this was Jimmy's guess, it probably wasn't far from the truth. Jerry's favor was sothing Jimmy always acknowledged and felt obligated to recognize.
Jerry was in trouble now, having co to the police station early in the morning to find him. It was obvious he had walked, as holess people didn't have cars. If he was still at the old holess camp, it wouldn't have been a walk of just an hour or two.
He probably hadn't rested at all last night and had no choice but to walk to the police station to find him.
Now, the focus was on finding Jerry's daughter Mary. He didn't ntion his ex-wife, so that was out of the question, the main target now was his daughter.
The only clues he had were mphis and Mary's cellphone number, that was it. Relying on a cellphone number to pinpoint Mary's last known location suggested he needed to seek external help.
Jimmy took out his phone and dialed Agent Harten's number.
Jimmy, "Hey, Agent Harten, do you have a mont? I'd like to et with you."
Harten, "Now? I can't right now. Hold on, let check. How about 7 PM tonight? I'll co find you at the police station."
Jimmy, "Okay, how about we et directly at Camulet Bar next to the police station? I'll wait for you there."
After fixing the ti and place to et with Harten, he returned to the police station to continue his shift. With things on his mind, Jimmy didn't feel like doing much more, and just after 6, he changed his shift status, changed into his casual clothes, and left early.
Jimmy waited at Camulet Bar for over ten minutes, and Harten had arrived, looking quite different from before. The last ti they worked on a case together, Harten didn't wear glasses, and when making arrests, he was decked out in a bullet-proof vest and tactical gear.
Today, Harten was dressed in a casual gray suit and glasses, holding an unmarked briefcase, looking like an office worker. If Jimmy didn't know Harten's identity, he might have thought he was just another office worker from an office building.
Jimmy, "Harten, over here. Good evening. Fancy a drink?"
Harten sat down next to Jimmy, placed his bag at his feet, and ordered from Justin at the bar, "McLaren, thanks."
As Justin poured Harten a drink, Harten turned to Jimmy, "What's up? You've never asked out for a drink since we last parted ways."
Jimmy, "My bad, I should have asked you out sooner, but I didn't know how busy you guys at the FBI were. I'll make sure to call you in advance next ti."
Justin placed Harten's drink on the bar, "Here's your drink."
"Thanks," Harten picked up his drink and clinked glasses with Jimmy, "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Justin, can we use the room for a bit? Co on, let's talk inside," Jimmy said.
After greeting Justin, Jimmy led Harten into the only private room. The room was really convenient, not open to the public and only accessible to those who were known.
Jimmy and Harten took their seats, Harten placed his briefcase aside, and Jimmy started talking.
Jimmy, "Harten, I have a very urgent matter that I need your help with. I have a cellphone number, and I need you to help check the last known location detail for ."
Harten, "Jimmy, think it over carefully before you speak. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said."
Jimmy, "Harten, I'm really out of options, consider this a favor I owe you. My friend's daughter called him last night saying soone was coming for her, and then he couldn't contact his daughter anymore. The number I want you to trace is his daughter's."
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