Finally, near Joshua, south of Fort Worth, Ray and Jimmy caught up with the police cars. Two Texas State Patrol vehicles were following a pickup. Ray had tuned into their frequency and already communicated with them. Now, four cars were tailing Jeff's pickup, speeding along in the traffic at about 160 kiloters per hour.
After following for a while, the State Patrol officers hadn't made their move, which seed to suggest they were testing to see whose fuel tank would last longer.
Jimmy dialed Ray's number and asked about the Texas PIT policy. Through Ray's communication with the patrol ahead, they believed that the target vehicle hadn't exhibited behavior that severely endangered public safety yet, so they opted to continue tracking instead of executing PIT maneuvers.
Jimmy, growing impatient, called Ray again, "Ray, can we move in? Jeff is our suspect, we're here to capture him."
Ray, "Why the rush? Just keep following; I reckon he'll stop soon."
Jimmy, "I'm just not used to following like this. You know, I used to be a cop in Arkansas."
There was silence on Ray's end. After a mont, Jimmy heard him pick up the radio to contact the State Police, "FBI is taking over the handling." The State Police found it strange, but after communicating with their superiors, they agreed to their request.
Ray, "Did you hear that, Jimmy? Go ahead."
Jimmy, "No problem."
Jimmy imdiately accelerated, his Victoria Crown was just an ordinary vehicle and didn't have a crash bar installed, but he didn't want to wait any longer. He surpassed Ray and the two State Police vehicles, positioning his vehicle in the lead.
PIT required waiting for the right mont. Jimmy checked the traffic ahead—there were no vehicles in the opposite lane for a stretch. He accelerated, straddling the right ergency lane and positioned the front of his car by Jeff's pickup's right rear wheel.
Maintaining speed, Jimmy turned the steering wheel slightly to the left, impacting the position of the pickup's right rear wheel, and his Victoria Crown's front end was torn open by the rotating wheel.
Of course, it worked. Although the pickup was much heavier, the force applied on the rear wheel and cabin still managed to shake the pickup. Jeff probably didn't expect the PIT; his concentration had lapsed after leading the police for an hour. When the vehicle shook, he nervously turned the steering wheel.
After swaying a few tis, the pickup skidded sideways and drove off into a roadside farm. Jimmy slowed down after the PIT; since he was prepared, he quickly controlled his car, decelerated, and watched as the pickup swayed and then rushed into the farm.
Jeff stopped quickly after driving into the farm, leaving several dirt trenches. The State Police and Ray's team passed Jimmy, stopped by the road, and got out with their guns aid at Jeff's vehicle. "Driver, hands up, don't move."
Jimmy parked and didn't join the commotion but instead checked his car. Fortunately, although it had been a long ti since he had last made such a move, he managed to keep his car's damage minimal; only the front bumper was partly detached, the front was damaged, but there were no serious problems, and the engine compartnt seed normal, even the hood wasn't deford.
After checking his vehicle, Jimmy walked forward. Ray had already captured Jeff and handcuffed him.
"Nicely done, Jimmy," Ray said with a smile as he escorted Jeff to his car.
Jimmy, "It's been a while since I did this, felt a bit rusty, but thankfully didn't ss up. Are we heading straight back, or should we stop by the State Police first for them to handle sothing?"
Ray, "Let's head straight back; just register it with the State Police. Let's go; we're heading back."
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Jeff's pickup was arranged by the State Police to be towed away. This pickup would be taken back to the State Police for a preliminary check, and later, if necessary, it would be sent to Dallas to cooperate with the FBI investigation. If not required, it would be handled by the State Police; charges of reckless driving and fleeing the police were inevitable.
Jeff himself was taken back to the Dallas office by Ray and Jimmy. The interrogation wasn't Jimmy's concern; he now sat in Ray's office, drinking the distasteful office coffee and resting.
His assigned vehicle had already been handed over to the vehicle managent departnt. For such damage, Jimmy could only apologize deeply, but at least this ti, the car hadn't been shot at.
Jimmy had lost count of how many vehicles he had damaged; it seed the vehicles assigned to him had bad luck, being hit or shot at, feeling like others didn't change cars as frequently as he did.
While sipping coffee and watching TV, this case finally yielded results. After over an hour, Ray finally returned, "Jimmy, you guessed right; Jeff isn't the main guy; his girlfriend is the real dealer."
Jimmy, "Did you find any clues?"
Ray, "Yes, with Jeff's testimony, she has confessed. I've arranged for soone to investigate, and we should see results soon."
Jimmy: "That's pretty good. By the way, we initially found Jeff because the clothing in the surveillance footage made him look like the robber. Did you find any clothes at his house?"
Ray: "We did find clothes, but they were only similar. We misidentified him due to the poor lighting at night."
Jimmy: "Alright, it looks like this case is going to take so more ti to handle. What a headache."
Ray: "Why? Do you have sothing else going on?"
Jimmy nodded: "Once this case is over, I will need to take so ti off."
Ray nodded, returned to his desk, and continued researching.
After work, Jimmy went out to head ho, while Ray went directly upstairs to Lambert's office to update him on Jimmy's situation over the past few days.
Lambert pondered for a mont, "Do you need him right now?"
Ray: "Probably not for now, and judging by his lack of energy, he seems preoccupied."
Lambert nodded: "I'll think about it. You can head ho now."
After dinner, Jimmy returned to the hotel. The vehicle managent departnt had not assigned him a new vehicle, but fortunately, the hotel was nearby, so the lack of a vehicle did not significantly impact him.
That night, Jimmy's burner phone finally received a text ssage, just a ti. It was definitely from Tom and a new number.
At 10 p.m., Jimmy dialed the number.
Tom: "What's the ergency?"
Jimmy: "Jas was being watched, a few days ago."
Tom's tone rose slightly, "What happened? Is he alright?"
Jimmy: "He's fine. I've dealt with it, and there are no problems for now, but I'm not sure how long that will hold. Where are you?"
Tom: "Florida."
Jimmy: "et up? I'm in Dallas."
Tom: "That works, tomorrow night." Then he hung up the call.
Luckily, Tom responded to the ssages promptly, or else Jimmy really would have had to consider contacting Winston.
The next day, Ray took Jimmy to investigate a street dealer because the bait money had been traced back to him.
Having worked in Dallas for several years, Ray was very familiar with the area, though he usually partnered with others. Now that Jimmy had co over temporarily, Ray had no choice but to take him along, as his regular partner was working other cases.
To Ray, changing partners was quite troubleso, especially since Jimmy wasn't one for chatter but asked many questions, persisting on details. Since Jimmy hadn't been assigned a new vehicle, the two shared a ride, so the trip was anything but quiet.
Fortunately, the street dealer's clientele was quite fixed, so after Ray made a slightly irregular move, the dealer ca around in good conscience and provided his custor list, allowing Ray to trace who had co to buy.
Given the significant amount of bait money involved, for a street dealer of this level, it clearly marked soone as a major client, so the list of suspects wasn't long – only two nas. What followed was the very routine "house call" stage.
For these drug dealers, a visit from high-ranking FBI agents like Ray and Jimmy ant trouble, and rely revealing their identities was enough to exert enormous pressure.
Jimmy watched as Ray gave them a bit of psychological and physical shock, and they soon received information that a drug dealer's funds were stolen from a house, under the double promise from Ray that he wouldn't send him to the hospital or prison, they successfully obtained the house's address.
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