Jimmy confird that Davis had no ability to resist, and then asked his question.
Upon hearing Jimmy's question, Davis was stunned. He originally thought the visitor was there to deal with him, so why did the topic shift to Tim?
Davis shook his head: "I don't know."
Jimmy said, "We ca to your house, found you, and then you say you don't know. Are you planning on ending this now? Think about the two people upstairs."
Davis looked at Jimmy and, due to the angle, had to turn his head a bit to the right, which felt sowhat awkward. The man in front of him wore a ski mask, sunglasses at night, and a black mask covering his face, with gloves on his hands—thoroughly prepared. From these preparations, it was evident that they didn't plan to leave any clues, whether they committed murder or simply left. It definitively wasn't their first ti doing sothing like this.
Davis said, "I really don't know, I'm just in charge of things here in Houston."
Jimmy said, "Don't lie to . You also supply the goods to the other places. Just tell the truth, it makes it easier for all of us." Jimmy moved the handgun from Davis's head to his lap, with the muzzle still pointing at Davis, "Or, shall I take off my mask? Let's be more upfront."
Davis hastily said, "No, no need. Let's just talk like this, I don't want to cause any trouble."
Jimmy said, "The people upstairs are still awake. We don't have much ti before she discovers us. Let's be honest and not waste each other's ti."
Davis said, "I don't know where Tim is now, but he was in Austin two weeks ago. That was the last ti I saw him."
Jimmy asked, "How do you contact Tim? And, what's Tim's real identity?"
Davis was silent for a mont with his head down, then looked up at Jimmy: "Will you let go?"
Jimmy said, "It depends on your choices. Everyone has to take responsibility for their own actions."
Davis said, "Let my family go, and I'll tell you everything. All of it."
Jimmy was silent for a mont and then nodded: "You're a smart man. I agree."
Davis let out a long breath, "I'm not working for Tim. I follow Barrio, the boss of Azte. It's just that Tim is in charge of distributing our goods. No one knows Tim and Barrio's real nas; I've investigated before, and their nas are all fake."
Tim mainly transports goods by truck, most of the ti using car-transporting trailers for deliveries, twice or three tis a month.
"I have his mobile number; I can give it to you, but I really don't know where he is."
Jimmy asked, "Where do you et them? Tim and Barrio."
Davis said, "Tim would call to notify where to et. I've never been to his place. Barrio is not in the country; he's in xico, at Nuevo Laredo, near the Texas-xico border. Once there, soone takes over, I don't know the exact location, but I guess it's in the suburbs because there are no city lights visible around that place at night."
Jimmy asked, "What about your warehouse and money?"
Davis shook his head: "I don't have a warehouse. When the goods arrive, I directly arrange for the eagles to pick them up—that's Louis, who is now dead. Afterwards, he would package it and distribute it. The money is in the Goodson mini storage, and the key is on the table."
Davis had been resistant before but now seed very cooperative and, judging from his smooth answers, appeared to honestly have given up, which made Jimmy feel sowhat unreal.
He took Davis's phone off the table and made him identify the corresponding mobile number, morizing it.
Jimmy sat on the sofa looking at Davis, pondering how to handle him.
Davis, watching Jimmy in thought, had abandoned all hope, but suddenly had an unrealistic flicker of hope. He stared at Jimmy, waiting for him to speak.
Jimmy asked, "Morry, Morry. Do you have any last words you'd like to pass on?"
Davis's previously widened eyes instantly fell dull, and after so thought, he said, "Let my family go; they have nothing to do with my business, they don't know anything. Tell my daughter, I love her, and don't let her know what I did."
Davis took a deep breath: "Lastly, can you take outside? I don't want them to wake up and see my body. I'm begging you, this is my final request."
Jimmy nodded, and Davis breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank you, you're a good person. I trust you people from Huaqing."
Jimmy narrowed his eyes slightly, "How did you know?"
Davis said, "Chinese, capable of doing this, must have co from California, just not sure if it's Los Angeles or San Francisco. Don't worry, I'm a dead man, and no one will know."
He was a clever man, cunning, cared for his family, not too bad.
Jimmy stood, took a briefcase from beside the bookshelf, emptied its contents, and filed Davis's things from the safe into the briefcase. He then took Davis's keys and wallet from the table, as well as his handgun from under the table, securing the safe afterwards. He glanced at the family portrait on the table, all three smiling happily, with the little girl looking to be around four or five years old.
"Co on, to your garage." Jimmy gestured with the gun for Davis to get up. Davis stood and headed to a small door at the side of the living room; Jimmy opened the door, which led to the garage containing two sedans. Davis indicated that the keys were in a box on the wall, then he sat in the backseat as Jimmy opened the garage door and drove away from Davis's house.
They headed north, driving to the edge of Spring River on the north side of Houston. Around the river was a forest, and Jimmy saw no buildings or people.
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