In the days that followed, Jimmy often roamed around Adi Town during his free time. He had received photos of several of Colin's henchmen from Sam, the sheriff, and was patrolling the area in hopes of picking up their trail.

After all, they had to eat, and to eat, they needed to make money; to make money, they had to pick up and distribute drugs, which inevitably involved meeting with Frog. Even if they used fixed locations for their pickups, a general area could still be somewhat narrowed down.

Since Jimmy was patrolling in a police car, he often had to stop at intersections to observe, which prevented him from conducting the close-range surveillance that would be ideal. But there was no helping it; Jimmy wasn't a detective—he was a patrol officer whose main duty was patrolling the roads. The kind of task that involved parking an unmarked police car near a suspect's home for surveillance wasn't his responsibility.

His current tactic was somewhat like relying on chance, watching to see if he would run into a dead mouse. If he encountered one, he would follow; if not, it could be considered his own way of skiving off—with the only requisite being to pay attention to radio dispatches, as his usual duties from the control center still had to be attended to.

Jimmy had also informed Sam that if there was any major anomaly, they should let him know.

By now, Jimmy was no longer dealing with this gang of drug dealers just for Cage. His motivation stemmed more from a desire of his own. After several months of being a police officer occupied with patrols and miscellaneous tasks, which were hardly exciting, he relished the rarity of a major case. If he could prepare the materials in advance, submitting a comprehensive report and wrapping up everything at once would be immensely satisfying.

As for cracking down on this group of drug dealers, Jimmy felt not the slightest bit of remorse. Whether domestic or international, the death of a major drug dealer could potentially save dozens, even hundreds of lives. This was an issue of principles that transcended borders—it was the same in any country.

After several days of surveillance, Jimmy had roughly identified one of their routes. However, due to having to track and observe from a great distance, he couldn't determine the specific places where they stopped or the duration of each stop. This kind of detailed information would have been secured by now had it been an undercover detective undertaking such targeted tracking.

But from the direction of the routes, it could be confirmed that the deal location in Double River Park that Noah had previously discovered did indeed exist. This was because a few of Colin's guys were often heading north, seemingly toward Double River Park. Of course, the possibility that they were simply going to the park for leisure couldn't be eliminated entirely, but this was highly unlikely.

After managing his daily duties, Jimmy also observed the areas around the drug runners' route for any potential abnormalities. This proved difficult without precise location information, and with both residential and commercial districts frequent along the roadside, it was impossible to conduct a blind search.

Jimmy felt he might be falling into a trap of misunderstanding. As a newcomer to investigations, he realized that seeking advice from seasoned officers would be wise; relying solely on himself to solve the problem seemed utterly impractical. The best choice, in fact, appeared to be Sergeant Cage, who had a long tenure at the police department and was well-acquainted with the locals. Putting him in charge of the reconnaissance operation might yield better results.

The next day, before going to work, Jimmy stopped by Cage's house and found that his splint had already been removed.

Jimmy, "Hey, Cage, is your arm better?"

Cage, "Yeah, much better. I'll be back at the department in a couple of days."

Jimmy, "That's great. Have you found the guy you were looking for?"

Cage, "No, but it's not important now. Nick's doing well at the rehabilitation center, and it looks promising."

Jimmy, "Congratulations. Since you'll be back at the station soon, we'll wait for you to return and then compile our leads."

Cage, "Have you found new leads?"

Jimmy, "Yes, I've made a lot of progress recently. But you should rest up now. We'll handle it once you're back at work; it's quite a big deal."

After their chat, Jimmy drove to the station, resuming his routine patrol. This time, however, he changed his surveillance spot to a location on the essential route to Double River Park.

Sitting and waiting like a hunter had made Jimmy increasingly reluctant to patrol, so he staked out at an intersection, monitoring passing vehicles and staying attentive to dispatches from the control center.

Before long, Jimmy noticed a pickup truck's cargo shaking, the ropes securing the load appeared improperly tied, and the goods seemed capable of scattering. He activated his police lights and followed the pickup.

It was a park ranger pickup truck, spattered with green and emblazoned with "Park Ranger" on the side. Considering Jimmy's surroundings, it ought to belong to Pinnacle Mountain State Park.

The pickup pulled over, and Jimmy got out of his car. As he approached, he scrutinized with his "Heart Eye Observation," making sure a revolver was in the glove compartment and nothing unusual about the driver before he felt reassured.

Jimmy, "Hi, sir, what's your name?"

Driver, "Kyle Bly."

Jimmy, "Mr. Bly, I didn't stop you for breaking any laws, but because the goods in the bed of your pickup were swaying dangerously earlier. Please secure them before continuing."

Kyle Bly, "Thank you, officer."

Kyle Bly got out of the truck and began to secure his load.

Jimmy continued chatting, "Mr. Bly, do you work at Pinnacle Mountain State Park? Are you a ranger?"

Kyle Bly, "No, I'm not. I'm just a park employee there. The truck is borrowed temporarily for hauling goods."

Jimmy, "Oh. I know someone, a ranger, Pat Bright. Do you know him?"

Kyle Bly, "Very well, actually. It was Mr. Bright who recommended me for this job. But ever since a fire incident a few days ago, Mr. Bright has been gone."

Jimmy, "That's heartbreaking news. Mr. Bly, please make sure to secure your cargo properly before leaving—it's very dangerous otherwise. Goodbye."

Jimmy then walked back to his cruiser. After getting in, he didn't immediately depart but continued observing the cargo in the pickup bed with "Heart Eye Observation."

Kyle Bly, one of the two names Pat provided as underlings, but Pat mentioned his alias was Robert. Why call himself Kyle Bly when intercepted? Perhaps because the alias Robert didn't have a corresponding driver's license, and he was worried about being asked to show it? That would explain not using the fake name.

And this individual looked familiar—it was the person Jimmy had previously mistaken for Thor, spotted at that time on the essential route to Double River Park. If he had been more observant then, he might have found evidence of him delivering or picking up goods.

As memories became clearer and current leads were correlated, Jimmy was almost certain that when this man went to Double River Park, he was theoretically there to deliver goods.

Heart Eye Observation couldn't directly reveal the contents of the truck bed, and without the means to detain him immediately for a thorough search of the pickup, Jimmy started the police car, turned around on the road, and returned to the previous intersection to continue his stakeout. As for this Kyle Bly, there was no rush; identifying the target made further actions much simpler.