For two days, Jimmy still hadn't found a reasonable excuse to get the New xico office to provide a plausible reason for him to go to Manhattan.
Finally having a mont to himself, the news from Tom's side allowed Jimmy to relax for a bit. A day without ambushes is a good day!
After spending two unashad days with Nia, Jimmy finally started to focus on how to make a getaway. Unable to find a suitable reason to go to New xico, Jimmy eventually decided to visit Winston, but it would definitely have to be at night.
At noon, Jimmy was too lazy to go downstairs and directly ordered a takeaway to the ground floor. When he returned to his office with the food, the phone rang.
Lambert: "Hi, Jimmy, how have you been recently?"
Jimmy: "Supervisor Lambert, long ti no see. I'm doing well, and you?"
Lambert: "Are you free lately? Are you interested in coming over?"
Jimmy was a bit confused: "What's up? Is there a case?"
Lambert: "As long as you're not busy, I'll handle the rest."
Without any further ado, Lambert hung up the phone. Lambert's call left Jimmy sowhat perplexed. He definitely hadn't called Lambert, so... was there sothing up in Dallas?
Two days later, Jimmy, dragging his suitcase, erged from the airport and took a cab directly to the FBI Dallas office with his luggage.
After receiving Lambert's call, Jimmy started packing his bags. Since Lambert said so, he must have a reason to take care of Hughes, so this saves him the trouble of looking for Winston. Perfect, luck is just that good.
Jimmy greeted Ray, whom he had worked with before, left his suitcase there, and went straight upstairs to Lambert's office.
To be honest, the FBI Dallas office occupies a whole small building, with plenty of space, so the private offices here are indeed characterized by one word, "big."
Jimmy knocked on the door, Lambert looked up at him, and smiled, "Co in. You've made quite the news, haven't you."
Jimmy smiled helplessly. Lambert must be aware of his recent ordeals. If it were soone else, five attacks in two months with five completely different types of attacks, they would have held a morial by now.
Jimmy: "I'm just unlucky, nothing has gone smoothly for recently." While saying this, he walked over to Lambert's desk and sat down on a chair.
Lambert: "All right, no need to be so tense here. You are a Senior Agent now, not the intern you once were."
Jimmy shrugged: "Supervisor Lambert, is there anything specific you needed for?"
Lambert shook his head: "No, just wanted to give you so ti off to rest well."
What the hell? Jimmy was very alert now. Although he had sat through several hours on a plane to get here, he was definitely not confused. But listening to Lambert's words, he really felt his mind was insufficient.
Jimmy: "Why?"
Lambert didn't reply to him but pulled out a box of cigars from a drawer, tossed one to Jimmy, and took one for himself. He stood up and went to the reception area. He casually snipped off both ends and slowly toasted it with a lighter, then lit it and passed it to Jimmy.
Jimmy followed and sat down on the couch, too. Although he had never smoked a cigar before, he had good observation skills. Using the exact steps as Lambert, he, too, lit his cigar and took a couple of soft puffs before blowing them out.
Lambert: "You seem pretty adept."
Jimmy: "It's my first ti. I have never smoked one before; I'm actually more accustod to pipe tobacco."
Lambert: "As for your business, do you have a target?"
Jimmy licked his lips with his tongue. He didn't know how much Lambert knew or through what channel he knew it, so he had to think about how much to reveal.
Jimmy: "The attacks were carried out by different people, one of them being the Azte gang, the Azte from the border."
Lambert: "Hughes just ca by here the other day. You knew about that, right?"
Jimmy nodded: "I know a bit; Hughes was out of the office for two days."
Lambert: "So don't feel any burden. Go ahead and do what you need to do. After this, you will probably be assigned to so other tasks."
Lambert took a drag from his cigar, looked at Jimmy, "I like you, kid. Whatever happens next, enjoy these tis."
Lambert leaned back on the sofa, smoking his cigar, the smoke slowly rising in front of him.
Jimmy was also smoking his cigar, the smile on his face gradually fading. What exactly did Hughes tell Lambert? Lambert's words made Jimmy feel danger and a chill set in.
What had Hughes discovered? Did Lambert an that this ti no one would restrict his revenge, but what about afterwards? What would happen?
Jimmy: "Was it Hughes's idea to have co over this ti?"
Lambert nodded, curious to know what Jimmy could tell.
Jimmy: "Can I know what Hughes said?"
Lambert shook his head, and Jimmy pretty much understood. Although he hadn't said it, Hughes probably already guessed so things but instead of confronting him directly, he arranged everything for him. That old man!
Jimmy nodded, "Thank you, thank you all."
Lambert nodded back. He got up, returned to his desk, opened a drawer, and handed Jimmy two folders, "All right, then. Go on, do your thing."
Jimmy laid the cigar in the ashtray, picked up the folders, bid Lambert farewell, descended to retrieve his luggage from Ray, and left the Dallas office.
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