Jimmy got the dinner takeout and placed it on the table, then lay on the sofa and inexplicably fell asleep. Suddenly, someone pounced on him, and Jimmy reflexively grabbed Nia's arm, ready to fight. Luckily, he realized in time and changed the throw into a hug.

It was just his quick reaction; if he had been a bit slower, he would have thrown Nia off. His combat skills are verified by the instructors and trainees at Quantico Academy, with no accidents for someone like Nia, who doesn't have enough weight.

After hugging and kissing, Nia looked at Jimmy's face, "How long will you be staying this time?"

Jimmy smiled and said, "Don't worry, this time back I should be able to work properly. This trip to Palm Beach was for the Deputy Director, he can't stop my department allocation anymore. By the way, I ordered dinner."

Jimmy got up and went to the dining table, opening the insulated box. Jimmy often orders food from the restaurant; being generous naturally gets more service. His takeout dinner wasn't directly placed out but was wrapped in the restaurant's insulated bag to avoid getting cold too late.

Jimmy laid out the dinner and also opened his suitcase to take out the gift he brought for Nia, promising to go out and have fun for a few days after she takes leave.

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Jimmy got up with Nia in the morning; he drove her to the police station and then drove back, picking her up after work and then looking for a restaurant for dinner, watching a movie, and spending quality time with Nia.

Jimmy still felt a bit guilty, even though he had his reasons; wandering around without informing was indeed a mistake. Making his future wife happy was the most important task for Jimmy these days.

The anticipated return to work for Jimmy didn't happen; Dave has been back for three days, and Jimmy hasn't picked up a call.

This is really frustrating, but Jimmy can only wait; his suspension was extended by Hughes earlier, so he had time to go to Chicago.

Nia drove herself to work, while Jimmy went to the bar early, opening the bar door himself.

Last night, Jimmy received a call from Dave, asking to meet today, and Jimmy directly invited him to his bar.

A young man drove Dave to the bar, Jimmy greeted Dave at the door, the young man didn't get out of the car, just waited outside.

Dave walked into the bar, looked around, "Is this yours?"

Jimmy: "Yes, I live nearby, come often. The owner wanted to transfer, so I took over. Please sit down."

Dave sat at the bar counter; Jimmy walked behind the bar, pouring Dave a glass of soda water. Jimmy smiled and said, "Sorry, your injury isn't healed yet, you can't drink alcohol now."

Dave waved his hand, "Oh, no, give me a whiskey."

Jimmy looked at Dave in surprise, nodding, "Just one will do."

Jimmy took a cup and poured a little at the bottom, "Just this much, alcohol isn't good for healing wounds. Trust me, I've had several gunshot experiences."

Dave sighed, picked up the cup, and even the bottom part was consumed in several sips. "There's trouble in Miami; the guy you caught at the detention center had a conflict with someone and was beaten to death."

Jimmy's eyes nearly popped out, "What happened?"

Dave: "Got the news last night; the interrogation yielded no results, hence he was placed in the detention center to first investigate those shot. During daylight yesterday, conflicts arose while airing, he hit his head and couldn't be saved."

Jimmy said nothing, reached inside the bar, took a cup, poured a drink and finished it, then poured another before looking at Dave and asking, "How do they plan to close the case?"

Dave: "The only definite charge is armed burglary; he didn't shoot the agents, at most he's an accomplice."

Jimmy: "Will this case... implicate us?"

Dave: "It's unclear yet; their people have considerable power, able to reach this level. Investigating you is probably not difficult. So I'm telling you this, though it's slightly possible, Miami is the likely target, you don't need to worry too much, just pay slight attention."

Jimmy nodded, "I understand, thanks, Mr. Hudson."

Dave: "Call me Dave."

Jimmy: "Dave, thanks."

Dave finished the little whiskey at the cup's bottom; his willpower was quite good, placing the cup on the bar and standing up, "Alright, that's all, just be careful. The environment here looks nice, but pay attention -- your identity."

Jimmy came out from behind the bar, "I don't usually come; there's a full-time manager for this place. You're welcome to visit; my bartender's incredible, can definitely make flavors you'll like."

Dave nodded, Jimmy saw him off the bar; glancing at the bar, Jimmy was too lazy to clean up, wait for Woody to take care of it in the afternoon.

Jimmy didn't inquire Dave about his next department; some things can wait but not be asked.

The Miami office is truly unlucky; it was just a shooting case, with no fatalities, only some hospitalized injuries, failure wouldn't have been a big deal, and then Jimmy got involved and caught a person.

As a result, seven agents got shot because of this person, and the only person caught died in the detention center. Although all signs show his death was accidental, a conflict occurred during the prison airing, an accidental head hit the wall.

FBI agents familiar with various messes in prison can hardly believe this was an accident; surely someone outside sent messages inside the detention center, but they can only admit it, if digging deeper, the unexpected one might not be the suspect.

Jimmy took his phone, found Christopher Lee's number, was about to call but thought it over, then put the phone back in his pocket. This was news from Dave's side; calling would be salt on Lee's wound, too hurtful.

Better wait then; at least contact after two days, once confirmation of the case results from them appears.

Jimmy isn't focused on the case, mainly worried the people behind the shooter might resent him for catching the person. If the Miami office folks are okay, then he can relax.