Jimmy could directly see two of the vehicles from where he was located. As for the third, it was too far away to see at the mont. However, there was no need to worry. Jimmy and Chris's car was not far from the exit. They could intercept the other station wagon as soon as it approached the exit.
While smoking his second cigarette, Jimmy spotted a man walking to the side of one of the station wagons, about to open the door. He walked straight up to him, "Hi, sir, can I take a mont of your ti?"
The man about to enter the driver's seat stopped, looked up at Jimmy, "? What's the matter?"
Jimmy pulled out his credentials, "Special Agent Jimmy with the FBI. I have a few questions for you, just a minute."
The man closed the car door and walked to the front of the car, "Go ahead."
Jimmy, "May I ask your na?"
The man, "Just call Mike."
Jimmy, "Where were you or, shall I say, your car three days ago in the morning?"
Mike thought for a mont, "Three days ago? I should have been at ho. I didn't go out that day. The car was at ho, too."
Jimmy, "Are you sure?"
Mike, "Yes, I'm certain. I was recuperating at ho for two days due to a dical issue, and it just so happened that I was at ho three days ago."
Jimmy, "OK, thank you for your cooperation."
Jimmy made a note of it in his notebook and prepared to leave. Mike called after him, "Is there a problem?"
Jimmy, "Well, there was a car accident, and one of the involved vehicles is the sa model as your car, so we're checking it out. Goodbye, Mike."
Jimmy had already sent the license plate number back to the bureau, but there had been no feedback during the ti he was smoking. He just needed to ask around a bit, make a record, and then verify it later when he checked the vehicle information.
The key for Jimmy was to determine the driver's state through the conversation and to watch for any abnormal reactions.
Before Jimmy had gotten back to where he was waiting before, he suddenly heard Chris shouting from the other side, "Jimmy! Target spotted! Follow !"
Jimmy imdiately ran back to their parked position. Chris had already started the chase. Damn it, Chris could only use his right hand and yet he still dared to drive in a chase? Was he being reckless?
Jimmy jumped into the car, started up, and dashed out. The barrier at the exit had already been smashed by the first car. Chris charged out after it, and Jimmy fell in line as the third car. At this mont, there was no ti to communicate with the parking lot security—it had to be this way for now.
There were quite a few cars on the road, and although it wasn't rush hour, there was still a significant number of vehicles during the day. The station wagon ahead was already weaving in and out of the traffic, and Chris was obviously having a tough ti driving. Jimmy took advantage of a gap and passed through, keeping a few car lengths behind the station wagon.
After a chase that lasted a while, Jimmy glanced in the rear-view mirror. Chris was almost out of sight. Seizing the opportunity while traffic was moderate, Jimmy pressed the ergency dial for the FBI phone. He got through to Chris's phone, set it to speakerphone, and placed the mobile on the center console.
Jimmy, "Chris, I'm still following that station wagon. Hurry up and notify the NYPD. I don't have a radio or siren on my car, so have them intercept ahead or at least not block my way."
Chris had already given up on the chase. With one hand to operate, he could only temporarily steady the steering wheel with his left arm on. He couldn't maneuver through traffic at all. After picking up Jimmy's call, he imdiately used the car's radio to contact the NYPD dispatch center.
That was the set of equipnt Chris had in his car, which Jimmy didn't. So now, it looked as if two cars were recklessly driving through traffic—a black station wagon up front followed by a black Victoria Crown, with no indication that the latter was in pursuit of the forr.
Jimmy felt increasingly excited, as if he had gone back to his days as a patrol officer two years ago. Back then, it was also in a Victoria Crown, racing on suburban roads and highways, having to engage in car chases now and then. Those good old days were always missed.
Jimmy wove through traffic, his driving becoming smoother. After all, it had been over a year since he had last been part of a car chase. He was a bit nervous at the start, but after a few minutes, the old feeling returned.
Ahead on the road, police lights were already flashing, but Jimmy had no intention of stopping the chase. He kept right on the tail of the station wagon. In such traffic conditions, the speed wasn't high, but due to civilian vehicles on the road, Jimmy didn't have a good position and could only follow from behind.
The police cars were left behind, making it appear as though they were pursuing Jimmy. At an intersection up ahead, the station wagon ran a red light and passed through. Jimmy and the police cars followed suit, with the sirens and lights warning others. The intersection's other vehicles had slowed down and stopped. Jimmy kept close behind the station wagon, seeing that there weren't many vehicles ahead, he floored the gas pedal, speeding up to eventually pull alongside the station wagon's right rear.
While accelerating, he gently turned the steering wheel, with the left front of his car making contact with the position of the right rear wheel of the station wagon. The PIT maneuver was not successful—the station wagon swayed left and right, which looked dangerous, but it managed to keep its position and continued moving forward. The swaying had caused its speed to decrease even further.
This was Jimmy's first offensive move and it ended in failure. He had to keep following behind, looking for another opportunity. They were on city streets, which were not spacious. Besides pavents, there were residential apartnt buildings on both sides of the road. A serious error leading to the station wagon crashing into an apartnt complex wouldn't be good for Jimmy. His previous attack had actually been rash.
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