It was just after seven in the evening.

Carnegie Law Firm.

Inside a grey BMW, Jackson sat in the driver's seat while Jenny occupied the passenger's seat.

Jenny reclined her chair to make herself more comfortable, "Why do we need to monitor the lawyer of the robber Soster?"

She and Raymond had been investigating a missing person's case, part of a temporary assignment, and were not privy to the details.

Jackson explained, "This afternoon, the captain and I re-interrogated the three robbers.

In the process, we discovered some new clues and could basically confirm that Soster Victor had other motives for robbing the North Hollywood Bank.

The North Hollywood Bank and the kidnapping of Muriel Balldini both involved the Balldini Fund Investment Management Company—the captain suspects the robbery might be related to this company.

Soster was a desperado who ostensibly had no connection with such a company. The captain speculated that there must be a link between Soster Victor and the company, and that link might be the mastermind behind the scenes.

Soster's reluctance to reveal the identity of the mastermind indicated that there might be other agreements between them, or that Soster valued this mastermind very highly.

Under such circumstances, there could still be communication between the two parties to maintain this stability.

At the end of the interrogation, Soster asked to see his lawyer again, which was his only means of contacting the outside world.

So the captain and I guessed that the lawyer might be the liaison between Soster and the mastermind.

The robbers and the mastermind could continue their exchange of benefits through the lawyer, ensuring that the robbers wouldn't betray the mastermind."

Jenny pondered for a moment, then said, "Lawyers have high incomes and social status; they're not easily bought, considering the huge risks involved. If anything goes wrong, not only would their reputation be destroyed, but they could also end up in jail."

Jackson said, "Every profession has its rich people when taken to the extreme.

But every industry also has those who earn less.

The legal profession has a high starting point, but not everyone succeeds.

Someone's got to do the dirty work."

Jenny looked at Jackson as if seeing him anew, "Not bad, kid. But why do you sound a bit like the captain?"

Jackson just shrugged, unconcerned, "Really? Maybe it's because I've been spending a lot of time with the captain lately."

"It's obvious that the captain thinks highly of you."

"Here I must correct you, I've always been excellent; you just hadn't noticed before."

Jenny laughed and was about to say something more when her smile suddenly vanished, and she said seriously, "The target has appeared."

Jackson also looked ahead. A few men in suits, carrying briefcases, were exiting the law firm, and among them was the brown-haired lawyer representing Soster.

"Let's get going, and see who this guy is going to meet."

Jenny asked, "Are you sure you want to use your BMW for tailing, aren't you concerned?"

"The captain says different cases call for different tools of surveillance; using this BMW might be less suspicious and provide better cover."

Jenny spread her hands, "There's the captain again. It seems you have some admiration for him."

"The captain is only a few years older than me, but he is indeed very capable, don't you think?"

"No doubt, the captain is quite capable, but there's no need to bring age into it, OK?"

Jackson laughed, "How many years older than the captain are you?"

"One or two years."("

"Really?" Jackson asked incredulously.

"At most two or three years." Seeing that Jackson wanted to say more, Jenny hurriedly interrupted him, "The lawyer and his colleagues are leaving. Focus on driving; don't lose them."

"Don't worry; I won't," Jackson assured her.

The lawyer, along with several colleagues, left in a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived near a restaurant called Crazy a few blocks away.

The lawyer and his colleagues got out of the car one after another and entered the restaurant.

Jenny watched the lawyer and his colleagues, who were all smiles and chatter, and shook her head, "He doesn't seem like he's going to meet a mastermind."

Jackson glanced at his watch, "It's not yet eight in the evening. Maybe he thinks it's too early."

An hour later, the lawyer and his colleagues left the restaurant, waved goodbye, and got into their respective cars.

Several colleagues followed by car to the entrance of a bar two blocks away.

Jenny slapped her forehead, "Looks like we're in for a wait."

Jackson stopped the car and took a big drink of mineral water from the bottle next to him, his stomach making a gurgling noise.

Jenny opened her backpack, took out two sandwiches, and handed one to Jackson.

Jackson was surprised, "When did you buy sandwiches? How come I didn't know?"

"I've always had the habit of being prepared with sandwiches; it's basic. You should also keep some food on hand in the future. It's not all about what you learn from the captain, hmm."

Jackson tore open the sandwich bag, took a big bite, and the two ate while chatting and laughing.

At 10:35 in the evening, the lawyer and several colleagues left the bar, waved their farewells, and got into their respective cars.

Jackson remarked, "These guys sure are loaded; not one of their cars is worse than mine."

Jenny smiled, "Do you know? From a young age, my dream was to become one of them."

"Then why didn't you become a lawyer instead of choosing to be a cop?"

"Because when I grew up and became sensible, I realized that what I really wanted to be was a police officer."

"Oh, now you're starting to lie to your roommate. Oh God, who can I trust anymore?"

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