Lambert was also smoking a cigar, only he had received this information quite so ti ago, so he had essentially lost any sense of shock. Watching Hughes burn through brain cells on the other side, he almost wanted to laugh.
When Hughes first ca to him, the two discussed what they already knew at the ti, concluding that Jimmy must have another identity, possibly an agent from so organization. But this young man Jimmy had never caused them any serious trouble, nor had he taken any actions that posed a threat to them. From his style, they could at least be sure that Jimmy was certainly not a foreign spy, because he was too conspicuous.
After discussing, they decided to let Jimmy take care of the matter before considering how to deal with him. Although they had considered many possibilities, they really hadn't anticipated that Jimmy could stir up such a big ss and still keep it so well hidden; the cases of dozens of people going missing had not been linked to him at all—there was absolutely no evidence or leads.
Now it seed certain that Jimmy was one of the CIA's, having received rigorous agent training to have such combat ability. The guess was special agent training rather than special forces, mainly because Jimmy had no military service experience, which was apparent from his everyday behavior and movents, completely lacking military characteristics.
But if he was a CIA agent, why would soone ambush him in New York? In any case, there was a dense fog of mystery here.
Lambert: "What do you think? Should we lay our cards on the table, or are you considering putting him back in a desk job?"
Hughes: "I haven't decided yet."
Lambert: "Have you thought about finding soone to confirm it? You should be able to find soone in DC, right?"
Hughes nodded, took a puff of his cigar, exhaled the smoke, then shook his head, "Directly asking soone to investigate might be a bit troubleso."
Lambert: "Can't find the right person? Need my help?"
Hughes: "No need. What I'm considering is whether to keep him here."
Lambert shrugged, "It doesn't matter to , I don't mind having one more person around, if you don't want him."
Hughes' lips curled up, "He must have guessed, right? Our suspicions about him."
Lambert: "He's not stupid, he must have guessed sothing, but for now it's still unclear what he's thinking. After he ca back, he t with , and he didn't seem very happy."
Hughes was sowhat surprised, "Oh? Not happy? Wasn't everything dealt with?"
Lambert: "It's different, looks almost the sa as before, but the smile on his face seed a bit fake. It seems like sothing happened during this incident, or there's sothing else that's annoying him."
Hughes thought for a mont and then asked, "Could I use your farm?"
Lambert: "No problem, I'll notify Jimmy to go there tomorrow."
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Jimmy was completely unaware that Hughes had already arrived. These past two days he had been following Ray around on visits while also needing to sort through leads provided by citizens at the office.
Since they only had basic information like body size and skin color, the majority of the leads provided by citizens were useless, and so even deliberately provided information about their enemies to disrupt the investigation, such as about Black or Latin Arican people.
Several days had passed since the bank robbery, and visiting was losing much of its significance. Ordinary people, even if they had seen sothing, wouldn't rember it clearly now, so Ray was actually sowhat ready to give up for the ti being, simply waiting for any leads from the bait money.
Jimmy, however, was still quite interested. He hadn't been involved in many bank robberies before, his main experience was arriving at the scene to support the situation when the robbery occurred, but this kind of investigation after the robbers had fled was his first ti, so the main person sorting through leads at the office was him, not Ray.
Both sides of the whiteboard were plastered with a large number of sticky notes, all sorts of leads categorized and sorted by features such as skin color and motorcycle characteristics.
Jimmy just stood in front of the whiteboard, eyeing these leads, simulating in his mind the people and scenes corresponding to these leads.
Jimmy: "Ray, help find the surveillance footage outside the bank, I want it from three nights before the robbery occurred."
Ray looked up at Jimmy: "Did you find sothing?"
Jimmy: "There's a report here, three days before the robbery, this house was burglarized, and the neighbor was a witness. He said the suspect was white, wearing a gray jacket and blue jeans, which matches the description of our robber. As the suspect climbed through the window into the house, the neighbor shouted loudly, scaring off the intruder who imdiately jumped out and fled."
The address of the burglarized house was not far from the bank, it was possible that the bank's surveillance had also captured the suspect."
Ray nodded and contacted the tech departnt to find the relevant section of the video from the recordings; the bank's surveillance footage had all been transferred to the computer, they just needed to locate it and send over the section, which would be easier to play on the computer than using additional equipnt.
Jimmy handed the sticky note with the lead to Ray, and the two huddled in front of the computer to review the footage. Soon, Jimmy's phone rang; Lambert didn't say much, just invited him to his farm the next day.
Jimmy had been to Lambert's farm once before, that ti to assist Father Horton in investigating a box that had been dug up, and had stayed there for a few days.
Jimmy didn't think too much of it, hung up the phone, and continued to check the video with Ray, searching for the burglary suspect.
The external surveillance caras of the bank clearly hadn't been updated with technological advances, still using ordinary caras, so at night you could barely make out the features of passersby.
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