Jimmy took Nelson's phone, "Their number."

Nelson directly reported the middleman Sullivan's mobile number, and Jimmy looked it up in the call log. The last call was five days ago. Considering that Nelson wouldn't expect to be caught by him now, he probably hadn't deleted the call log for the past couple of days.

Jimmy used Nelson's phone to call his own unregistered mobile, recording the number, then looked at Nelson.

After considering for a while, Jimmy decided to let Nelson go; he was just an investigator and hadn't done anything harmful. Of course, the investigation itself was a dangerous sign. Jimmy wasn't such a cruel person; there was no need to kill Nelson for getting this far.

Jimmy, "Roy Nelson, can I trust you?"

Nelson, "Trust me, you already know my identity, my information. I won't take any risks. I know you, Butcher Jimmy. Believe me; no one wants to be on your radar."

Jimmy, "You need to disappear for a while, don't contact anyone, and don't show up at any agencies, at least two weeks. OK?"

Nelson nodded, "No problem, two weeks. I will leave Little Rock, leave right away."

Jimmy nodded, opened the car door, took out the bag with Nelson's gear, rechecked it, removed all the bullets from the handgun, and placed the bag on the passenger seat. "Get in, I'll take you back."

Nelson's hands were tied behind his back, and Jimmy didn't untie him but simply went over, pulled him up, helped him into the back seat of the car, and fastened the seat belt.

Jimmy wasn't worried about Nelson doing anything hazardous from the back seat, hands tied behind, seat belt simply fastened; if he made any sudden moves, Jimmy was sure he'd notice.

Arriving at the community where James lived, Jimmy got out, let Nelson out, cut the zip ties, and handed him the bag. "I think neither of us wants to see each other again, Nelson. Take care."

Nelson nodded, took the bag, and walked toward the house. Jimmy watched him enter the house, then drove out of the community and stopped outside.

About ten minutes later, Nelson left the community in the car he had used to track James. Jimmy, with no headlights on, followed him at a distance, watching him take the highway before turning back to Little Rock at the next intersection.

Jimmy made a call to James, "The danger is temporarily lifted, James. Have a good dream."

James, "Where are you?"

Jimmy, "Still in the city."

James, "Let's meet and talk."

Jimmy, "Then let's go to the bar, I'll wait for you there."

Jimmy drove to Justin's bar; today's business was dealt with swiftly, and it was still before closing time. Justin's bar usually started in the late afternoon or evening and was open until around 1 a.m., sometimes 3 a.m. if it was busy.

Jimmy arrived at the bar and knocked on the countertop, "Justin, give me one."

When Justin came over, Jimmy whispered, "I need to use that little room." Justin nodded while pouring the drink and then continued serving others.

After a while, James arrived. Jimmy sitting at the bar was very noticeable; Asians really were too few.

James walked up next to Jimmy, "Jimmy."

Jimmy turned his head, greeted with a smile, "James, long time no see. Justin, a Whiskey." Justin poured James a drink, and Jimmy shook his head, "Let's talk inside." He then walked towards the small room by the side.

It had been a long time since they had a chat in this small room, the soundproofing was indeed excellent.

Jimmy: "James, when did you realize you were being followed?"

James: "Two days ago. There've been two waves of FBI people coming to see me within a week, so I had to be careful. Then I noticed that the FBI agent who first came to investigate checked into the place opposite where I live. I've lived here for so many years, I'd definitely notice a stranger in the community."

Jimmy frowned: "Two waves? Who were they?"

James: "The first wave was a young man, around 40, I didn't say much, just sent him away. Later, he appeared across from us. The second one was your boss, Rees Hughes, coming for a background check. By the way, congratulations are in order for you, promoted to Senior Agent in just two years."

Jimmy smiled: "That old man Hughes, actually came to talk to you for the investigation." He laughed twice and took a sip of his drink: "You can rest easy for now, I already scared off the first guy. He probably won't come back anytime soon, but I'm not sure if there will be another investigation after that."

James: "Tell me, why would they come to investigate you?"

Jimmy: "A hangover from the identity Tom gave me. You know, I'm now with both the FBI and the CIA, but there's been a hiccup with the CIA identity. It seems a family enemy has discovered something and is probably planning some sort of retaliation. I still need to investigate further. I'll handle it, don't worry."

James: "You really are in a streak of bad luck. What about Tom? Didn't he take care of it?"

Jimmy shook his head: "I haven't been able to contact him for a while. Hold on, I'll send him a message and try."

When James brought up Tom, Jimmy took out a burner phone and sent Tom a message, an urgent request for a return message. He really did need to contact him about this matter.

The information previously from Greg was given by Tom. He must have some additional information about Greg, which would be necessary for the investigation, and he needed Tom's assistance.

After sending the message, Jimmy put away his phone: "Don't worry about me, what about you? How's retired life?"

James's mouth corners drooped, the scar from a previous gunshot still prominent on his face, "Not much has changed, just no longer have to work, spending more time at home."

Jimmy: "Didn't you guys say you were going to travel?"

James: "Not now, but definitely will be, probably in the winter. Mary wants to take a trip around Europe; we might go to Britain or France."

Jimmy: "Just be careful, I didn't have the best of luck last time I was in France."

Jimmy and James talked for a while, and that's when Jimmy found out that James's son and his family weren't in the country but in Europe, which explained why they were considering traveling there.

Jimmy had been working in this place for two years and had never met James's son, mainly because, although he and James were close, he had hardly any interaction with James's family, except for having met James's wife Mary a few times.

Until James left, Jimmy had not received a message from Tom. It seemed that his plan to contact Tom as soon as possible wasn't going to work out, and now he had to rely on himself to investigate.

The bar was not very crowded, and after greeting Justin, Jimmy was too lazy to go look for a hotel and instead rested in the break room behind the bar.

When Jimmy woke up, he got in his car and set off back to Dallas. He wasn't free yet, and since Dallas wasn't too far from this small town, the time Ray had given him was enough. If he needed to go to Washington, D.C., this amount of time would be impossible.

Jimmy grabbed some food on the road and finally arrived in Dallas in the afternoon. He called Ray and then went straight to the hotel to rest.

In just one day, Ray hadn't cracked the woman's lips yet, and there were still no clues to Jeff's whereabouts. The surveillance team stationed near Jeff's house had been watching for a day, but Jeff hadn't appeared at all.

This wasn't good news for Jimmy; with the case unresolved, he even found it hard to come up with a reason to ask Lambert for leave.

Hughes should have already returned to New York. The time Hughes went to see James was probably when he left Dallas. Clearly, despite what Jimmy had said at the farm, Hughes still hoped to confirm it for himself.

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