Dave and Lucy whispered a few words, occasionally glancing at Jimmy. Jimmy sat quietly, leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, resting. Inside the plane were just the three of them as passengers; Dave and his wife's conversation could be ignored, and even if heard, Jimmy pretended not to hear.

Dave's impression of Jimmy was more from various files and bureau rumors—Manhattan's muscle, no agent could match Jimmy's strength. Besides Quantico's HRT, he couldn't think of anyone with such offensive capability. Crucially, Jimmy always had a justified reason, even OPR's multiple investigations found no cause.

When he was shot, the first person he saw was Jimmy, the kind of security feeling that no ordinary person could give him.

Everyone knows how far Palm Beach is from New York. Jimmy managed to appear right after his surgery; Dave knew in his heart it must have been by getting the news and immediately taking a private plane over. There was no other way to be by his side just hours after the shooting.

This is a gun—a very reliable, very useful gun. The key was that this gun belonged to the Manhattan office and could only belong to the Manhattan office. Those messy matters before needed a resolution.

After a while, Dave got up and sat next to Jimmy, and whispered, "Jimmy, Robert from Miami called me last night about you."

Jimmy turned to face Dave and listened seriously, but Dave stopped talking.

Jimmy thought for a moment, tilted his head, moved closer to Dave, and said in a low voice, "I understand. This time I came to Palm Bay to take care of you. You've been shot and need an agent familiar with gunfights. I'll be staying in Palm Beach the entire time with you, not going to Miami."

Dave gave a silent smile, patted Jimmy on the shoulder, and got up to sit back in his seat, picking up some juice for a sip. Jimmy was promising talent; yesterday, Dave said a few words to Robert on the phone,

This Miami Robert is probably a key figure in the Miami office, at least an assistant agent in charge, similar to Hughes' role, possibly even on the same level as Dave. For Dave to give face like this, talking directly to Jimmy about it on the plane, he must have gained quite a bit.

Alright, anyway, the purpose of coming this time was to win Dave's favor. Whether there are any additional gains or not is secondary, having it is good, not having it is also fine.

Moreover, writing a report on this case is a big hassle. Jimmy's visit this time, except Hughes, no one in the office knew, so there won't be any special trouble. Not writing the report is best; it's troublesome if it gets into the records.

The flight quickly ended. Jimmy said goodbye to Dave and his wife and took a taxi back to his apartment.

Since Jimmy successfully proposed, Nia basically lived with Jimmy. Although Jimmy left home for a while, the house didn't have a long unoccupied smell, much better compared to before when he needed to air it out for a while every time he returned from a trip.

No matter when, having someone at home when you return gives you a very comfortable and relaxed feeling. Many people would have this experience.

Jimmy immediately took off his shoes at the door, walked into the house in his socks, and at home, it's relaxation time. He threw the suitcase in the living room, changed clothes, took a shower, put on casual wear, and collapsed on the sofa.

Jimmy picked up the phone and called Mahong, "Mahong, how's the case on your end?"

Mahong: "Oh, Jimmy, you're done?"

Jimmy: "Yeah, I'm back in New York."

Mahong: "Don't worry, I'm still investigating here."

Jimmy: "OK, remember to notify me in advance when you need to come home."

Mahong: "Yeah, it should end soon."

Jimmy: "Be careful. Bye."

Mahong's words made Jimmy think a lot. It seemed like Mahong, with no worries, was ready to unleash his anger.

Mahong isn't the kind of honest agent; the trunk of his car proves it. No matter who the other side is, Mahong will handle it, just like he said, it'll end soon, whether the other side ends or he ends it.

Jimmy genuinely wanted to know how strong a liberated Mahong was, but now wasn't the time to go to Chicago, Dave had already returned, and Hughes' goal was achieved.

Jimmy's suspension period had long ended. If there were no surprises, it should be confirmed in a day or two.

Thinking about it, Jimmy also called Hughes. This mission was perfectly completed. Except for Dave taking a bullet, everything was fine. Jimmy dealt with a few people on Dave's behalf, making it perfect.

Hughes just said he knew and hung up without mentioning follow-ups. Jimmy didn't mind; as long as he wasn't fired, some department would take him in.

Jimmy got up to go out but found his car keys missing. It seemed Nia took Jimmy's CLS to work. Oh well, Jimmy returned to the study, took out the blue Mercury's key, and was about to leave, suddenly remembering he hadn't driven it for a long time; even if everything was fine, the tires would be flat by now.

Forget it, Jimmy put the car key back, too lazy to go out, picked up the phone, ordered some takeout from a nearby restaurant, agreed on a delivery time, and lay on the sofa watching TV to pass the time.

In the evening, Nia came home from work. She got a fright when she turned on the light and saw someone on the sofa. The day's exhaustion was instantly scared away. When she saw it was Jimmy sleeping on the sofa, she happily pounced on him.