Sheriff Sam soon arrived, driving a police car, and parked behind Jimmy's car.

Jimmy took off his duty belt and placed it on the driver's seat, closed the door, and walked over. Sam sat in the car watching Jimmy and shook his head slightly.

"Jimmy."

"Sam, you know why I came back."

"Jimmy, let Cage handle this."

"Sam, Cage is my best friend at the station. I can stay out of it, but I need to know the truth. Don't hide it from me, Sam, for Cage's sake."

Sam was speechless; he got out of the car, closed the door, and walked Jimmy over to the grass beside the road.

"Cage came here to find Colin. Colin lives in our town, and we all know what he does, but without evidence, we've been unable to arrest him. Colin had already disappeared before Cage arrived, about two months ago, and now his subordinates are almost all gone. Cage didn't tell me before he came, he just went directly to Colin's house, and you know the rest."

"Sam, when did Colin disappear exactly? Were there others?"

"Around April, the exact date is unclear. Colin and his child disappeared together. As you know, drug dealers rarely keep money at home. Now with Colin missing, his subordinates, lacking a supply source, are looking for other ways to get stuff. Several people have already left their little group, and if they don't find Colin or another source soon, the rest are going to scatter as well."

"Aren't the subordinates of a drug dealer just a loose assembly? Why would they stay here for two months after Colin disappeared?"

"Colin is from the older generation, and many of his subordinates have been with him for twenty or thirty years; they're not some street thugs. The old-timers have their traditions and their commitments, but it seems they won't last much longer."

"Sam, Cage came to find one of Colin's subordinates, who must have already left the group because Cage didn't see him among the remaining people."

"Then there's nothing we can do, the best way is still to find Colin, and have Colin find the person."

"Do you have a photo of Colin? I'll have my friends look for him too."

"Come back to the station with me; we have his file there."

Jimmy and Sam returned to the police car and drove to the town police station. Sam took out a file from the cabinet, and Jimmy opened it, first seeing a photo of a middle-aged man, followed by a smaller ID photo of a younger man, likely Colin's son.

Jimmy took the photos, copied some information, and then returned the file to Sam. Now all that was left was to find Colin.

Instead of continuing his patrol, Jimmy took the photos back to the station, affixed them to a piece of white paper with the corresponding names, and made a copy.

Jimmy left the station with the copy, found Dorchi Mars's phone number from the LRPD, and dialed. Do you not remember this person? It was the cop who got shot during the investigation of murderer Johnny.

"Dorchi, this is Jimmy."

"Hi Jimmy, what's up? I'm on patrol in the city."

"Yeah, I need your help with something."

"No problem, tell me."

"I need to find two people, missing for two months, and I only have their names and photos. As you know, I don't have many acquaintances at LRPD, so I can only trouble you to help me check if there's any information on these two."

"Is it police business?"

"No, it's a personal matter, unrelated to the police."

"I got it, fax it to our office, just mark it for me."

"OK, I'll go send the fax now."

Jimmy took an extra sticky note, wrote "For Dorchi Mars," put it with the photocopies, and sent a fax to the LRPD office.

If Colin had disappeared, then they should start looking where he's most likely to be found. The county police definitely didn't have any information; otherwise, Cage wouldn't have gone directly to Colin's house. So the nearest place was Little Rock, and if there was no news from LRPD, it would be necessary to inquire in the surrounding counties.

The reason the search was limited to this area was due to Colin's occupation. Just like gang members, drug dealers have their territories. Colin was just a subordinate of Vaughn, so unless Vaughn was a big drug lord spanning several states, the scope of his subordinates' responsibility wouldn't be very large.

Drug dealers generally don't leave their territories, as it's easy to slip up. If they need to deal with business elsewhere, they are sure to take their subordinates with them.

Based on these unwritten rules, Colin should not be beyond the neighboring counties. The easiest place to find him would be locally. Excluding Adi Town, Little Rock was the next target.

Now that there wasn't much Jimmy could do, he could only wait for news. With some time left before the end of his shift, he needed to continue his patrol. Since a lot of patrol time was wasted during the day, he might as well start ticketing, as it was time to issue a few tickets to supplement the finances.

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Jimmy was now very Zen about issuing tickets; it all depended on his mood. If he was in a good mood, he would just give warnings, but if not, he'd find some unlucky violators to ticket. Generally, as long as he maintained about a dozen tickets a week, that was enough, not too high nor too low.

Jimmy spotted a speeding pickup, followed it, and after gauging the speed of the pickup with his police car, he lit up the police lights. The pickup driver saw the police lights, obediently signaled right, and pulled over.

Jimmy activated his Sky Eye, checked the cabin of the pickup, and in the glove box, there was a revolver with a very familiar shape. As for the driver, there were no bulges on the body, probably meaning no weapon was on him. The truck bed contained some miscellaneous items and a few pieces of furniture, looking like they were from a flea market.

He touched the tail light at the back of the pickup and walked up to the driver's side.

"Hello, the reason I stopped you is that you were driving 60mph (96km/h) on a road with a limit of 35mph (56km/h). Please show me your driver's license, vehicle registration, and insurance. What's your name?"

"Vince Vaughn," the driver responded, reaching for the documents in the car.

"Mr. Vaughn, what do you do for a living?"

"I run a pawn shop in Karmac." Vince Vaughn handed the 'stop three items' to Jimmy.

Jimmy took the documents back to the police car, first contacting the dispatch center to check the driver's license and vehicle registration info. Everything matched, and there were no warrants for him. Then, Jimmy wrote a speeding ticket, got out of the police car, went to the pickup driver's side, and handed the ticket to the driver.

"Mr. Vaughn, here is your speeding ticket. Please make sure to pay the fine on time. If you have any objections, you may go through the legal process. Here are my badge number and name. Goodbye."

Jimmy returned to his police car, turned around, and continued patrolling the road. Meanwhile, the pickup stayed put for a while before it started up again and left.