Only after everything was over did Jimmy leave with Paul for a belated lunch.
Jimmy, "Paul, do we have any plans afterwards?"
While eating, Paul replied, "Yeah, besides my team, there is another team on duty. We will be rotating these couple of days, so you might need to join us for two more training sessions."
Jimmy, "Can you arrange it as soon as possible? I might need to return to New York."
Paul paused, setting down his fork. "Sothing happened?"
Jimmy nodded, "The serial murder case I was handling before has new leads. Two holess n were killed, likely related to that shooter. I need to get back quickly to continue the investigation. It seems like the shooter has changed his killing frequency. He's too dangerous."
Paul considered for a mont, "The training can wait. You should go back as soon as you can. We can't let a serial killer like that roam free."
Jimmy frowned, "But didn't you already have the training scheduled? Will that be okay?"
Paul smiled, "No problem, I'll handle it. The case is more important. We can manage the training another ti."
Jimmy, "Thanks."
After another thought, Jimmy apologized to Paul again and decided to fly back to New York the next day. That afternoon, he played a round of assault gas with Paul's team, marking an end to his trip to Louisiana.
The next day, after waking up and packing his clothes and suitcase, Paul, in casual wear, drove Jimmy to the airport.
Jimmy was eager to return, partly because of his own case and partly because he wanted to et with Nia to check in on her situation. Though it wasn't honorable to ddle in Lars's case, knowing a bit more could be helpful, hopefully getting Nia out of that unlucky assignnt sooner.
By the ti he got back to New York, it was already afternoon. Jimmy grabbed a quick bite and rested at ho for the evening. The next morning, he returned to the FBI office.
As Jimmy was looking up information in the office, Hughes walked in with soone.
Hughes, "Jimmy, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be in Louisiana?"
Standing, Jimmy replied, "Yeah, I've been there. Just got back yesterday. There's trouble with the NYPD, I'm back to deal with the cab driver case."
Hughes frowned, "Alright, take care of it quickly then."
Hughes, leading the person to Chris's desk, "Clean up the stuff here. Contact Chris to confirm what needs to be packed up and shipped back. Make sure to check that no sensitive data goes out."
The person nodded, remaining silent.
Hughes turned to look at Jimmy, who was still searching through files, then left without another word.
Jimmy didn't speak to the person clearing out Chris's belongings. Seeing Hughes personally handling it signaled how much he valued Chris. Although Chris had been set up for retirent and could have sorted his own things later, Hughes had personally arranged for soone to do it now. Jimmy knew it wasn't his place to interfere.
Having been away for a while, Jimmy reviewed the information again before rising to leave the office for the police station. As for the ongoing cleanup in the office, well, Jimmy trusted that if Hughes could bring soone during his absence, it was soone he trusted, soone who wouldn't tamper with Jimmy's stuff.
Chuck was still in the office, but Nia wasn't. After returning, Jimmy had called Nia, but she had left New York with Agent Kimberly Rice for New Jersey, and wasn't in the station today either. It seed she wouldn't be back for a while.
Jimmy, "Chuck, I'm back. Any new leads?"
Chuck, "Nothing, it's a bit tricky this ti."
Chuck passed the files he was looking at to Jimmy. Jimmy read and listened as Chuck explained, "Four days ago, a holess man in Brooklyn was found dead in his tent, which was pitched next to a community park. There's no patrol there at night, so occasionally so scattered holess people stay over, but the park warden doesn't allow permanent residence. The warden found him dead when trying to push the holess out, shot in the head and chest."
Jimmy, while going through the files, "This is the case you ntioned with no fingerprints and no sound of gunshots, right?"
Chuck, "Yes, because it wasn't a congregation site for the holess, the closest other holess tent was tens of ters away. At that distance, one should hear a gunshot if soone fired, but there wasn't any sound. The forensics team checked the holess man's tent and its contents. There were indeed fingerprints, his own and many others', but those other prints were old. From their assessnt, there were no recent ones."
Jimmy, "And the second case?"
Chuck, "That happened two days ago, but this ti it was in Queens. It was another solitary holess man in an alley, discovered by a cleaner, sa situation."
Flipping through the following file, Jimmy continued reading. There was a stack of scene photos that allowed him to easily form a ntal image of the site, saving him from having to visit the morgue.
Suddenly, Jimmy noticed a detail, "Chuck, what kind of tents were the holess using?"
Caught off guard, Chuck recalled, "The one in Brooklyn had a regular camping tent, just very worn with a lot of patched-up areas. The one in Queens, though, seed to be constructed manually by the holess man, using poles and wood for the fra and plastic sheets and old rags for shelter."
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