Jimmy: "Okay, I'm going to the hospital this afternoon. What about you? Will you go back to Miami after the investigation here is over?"

Li: "It depends on the outcome of the investigation here. It's uncertain for now."

Jimmy: "OK, I'll contact you again this afternoon."

Jimmy and Li returned to the villa. Li went inside to continue the investigation, while Jimmy drove away from the villa and returned to the hotel. He hadn't slept for more than a day, and although he could still hold on, it was better to rest for a while.

Jimmy set an alarm for an hour and a half later. He couldn't sleep for too long; getting an hour's sleep would be great and would at least restore a lot of energy.

In the afternoon, at the hospital, the police at the door had already left. Now it was one of the morning bodyguards. Jimmy showed his credentials, knocked on the door, and walked in.

Inside the ward, only Dave was there. Jimmy came to the bedside: "Mr. Hudson, how are you feeling?"

Dave: "Not bad. How's their investigation going?"

Jimmy: "They've already taken statements from the people on scene, but I haven't got them. The rest they're investigating on-site, including bloodstains, fingerprints, shell casings, ballistics, etc., but there's no detailed information yet."

Dave nodded: "Keep following up, especially focus on investigating Daniel Rivera."

Jimmy: "Rivera got shot twice. He was still in the hospital in the morning. I'm not sure of his location, and it will take some time to investigate. Also, we may need technical support; investigating people like him might be a bit troublesome."

Dave took the phone with his left hand, found a phone number, and showed Jimmy, "Call him when you need it."

Jimmy noted the phone number, nodded, "I'll head back to the scene to take a look, not sure if they'll have any new findings."

Dave: "Go on."

Jimmy left the hospital and parked the car by the roadside. He was probably just unlucky this time, getting into trouble. Originally, he wanted to make a good impression, but Dave was somewhat hard to deal with and too secretive.

He and his wife attending the banquet together at least indicated he knew Daniel Rivera or had a reliable connection to get the invitations, and they probably had a common ground in some areas.

But after this incident, he clearly told Jimmy directly to investigate him; it seems there's a lot going on here, and Daniel Rivera's identity or other aspects are not simple.

Dave mentioned Daniel had a shipping company and a think tank, and there was an arsenal at his home. Could it be smuggling? But that's unlikely, as doing that wouldn't concern Dave.

Information was too scarce; Jimmy couldn't make a judgment. He started the car and headed to the villa.

The car stopped by the roadside in front of the villa. Jimmy habitually looked left and right and suddenly noticed a station wagon with issues. From the front, there was no one in the driver and passenger seat, but Heart Eye could see someone curled up in the corner of the backseat with a camera, aiming in the direction of the villa where the gunfight occurred.

Jimmy didn't make a move. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be able to see someone in the back of the station wagon; except for the front glass, the windows behind were tinted. Directly approaching to ask would be a major issue.

Jimmy took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one beside the car to kill time. The person even turned the camera to capture the car and him. If it were in New York, this would definitely be a paparazzo, but in Palm Beach, he wasn't familiar and uncertain about this person's identity.

Jimmy walked into the villa and found Li, who was sitting in a chair, staring blankly at red thread-bridged ballistic simulations.

Jimmy: "Li, something's wrong outside."

Li turned his head towards Jimmy: "What?"

Jimmy: "There's a station wagon outside. It's been there since morning. Just now, I saw someone inside, and it seems off."

Li squinted, got up and came to the doorway, peeking out while saying, "Don't alert him, we'll handle it."

Li watched for a while; the person inside never came out. He called someone over, and the two of them walked out together.

Li came to the station wagon, stretched his head to look inside through the window, then knocked on the roof; the person inside opened the door and got out. What they discussed was unclear, but Li checked the camera and returned it to him.

After a while, the person started the car and left the villa. Li and the others slowly came back, "Just a paparazzo, no problem."

Jimmy nodded. The afternoon ended with the on-site investigation. Jimmy inquired about the surveillance footage of surrounding villas. Li said the office people checked it and found nothing unusual, so he sent Jimmy away.

The villas on Palm Beach Island weren't far apart, and each definitely had internal and external surveillance. Jimmy truly didn't believe there was nothing unusual, but he couldn't ask Li to reveal specific contents or view the footage, so he had to accept Li's account.

The burnt rubber boat was also brought back as evidence, in addition to the inquiries around several villas near the boat. These were investigated by the police and the Miami office people, and naturally, Jimmy didn't get any valuable information.

Li only said there were no leads on their side but didn't let Jimmy participate in the investigation. Jimmy really had become the eyes and ears, but his ears weren't working well.

Jimmy and the others drove away from the villa, with Li and a colleague in the front and Jimmy at the back. After driving two blocks, Jimmy saw the familiar station wagon again in the rearview mirror.

The same station wagon that had left earlier was now following them separated by a vehicle, which was definitely suspicious. If it were a regular paparazzo, they would focus on the injured person, not the FBI agents like them.

Jimmy turned at the next intersection, but the station wagon didn't follow; instead, it kept going straight, following the same route as Li and the others. Jimmy turned around and acted as a second-level follower behind the station wagon.

Tracking requires skill; Jimmy quickly noticed the station wagon, a remnant side effect from being repeatedly attacked in Manhattan—because of good memory, the car he'd once seen multiple times would catch his attention, even when spotted in the rearview mirror.

The car surveilling him happened to be the station wagon he'd observed earlier in the afternoon, leaving a deep impression, so naturally, he took note not long after its appearance.

And now, Jimmy's tracking was more secure, maintaining a distance of two or three cars, following from afar; as long as the other party wasn't specifically observing the cars behind, they probably wouldn't notice Jimmy.

Eventually, they stopped at a hotel in West Palm Beach. Li and his colleague went inside. The tailing station wagon waited for half an hour without seeing them come out, then started and left. Of course, the second-level follower continued trailing.

As the station wagon continued going west, getting farther away from Palm Beach, Jimmy grew more interested in this person.

If it were a regular paparazzo, they'd quickly seek out newspapers or TV stations to sell their gains after getting photos. But after following the FBI and directly leaving Palm Beach, it naturally meant this person wasn't an ordinary paparazzo, but more like someone monitoring the scene.

Jimmy wasn't familiar with the terrain here. When the front car stopped before a villa, the person got out with a bag, walked into the villa, making Jimmy finally confirm that this watcher had nothing to do with paparazzi. If paparazzi lived in such villas, then their people here were really wealthy.

Jimmy didn't stop to investigate, instead recorded the location, continued forward, found a gas station, and bought a map to confirm his position.

They had already left West Palm Beach and were now in Wellington, just slightly less upscale than Palm Beach, still a city gathering the rich and famous.

What paparazzi can afford a villa here? A joke.

Jimmy drove back, and the station wagon of that 'paparazzo' was still there, meaning the person was probably still in the villa. Jimmy parked not far away, waiting until later to approach the villa for some reconnaissance, as now was too early, with many cars and people on the road, making it inconvenient.

Li and they hadn't noticed the trailing car behind, which was forgivable, but letting this paparazzo go after a casual inquiry was too negligent—they should at least verify the identity with the bureau. The whole process exuded an odd sense of disharmony, making Jimmy very uneasy.

Moreover, he also felt a bit distrustful of Li, as he gave the impression of being a slacker, completely coasting through the job, and seemed to treat the shooting case as having no urgency in investigation.