North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1270 - 695: Taking Action

Hope was feeling numb now. He was the first to check the gas station surveillance and record statements from the two employees. Now, after Jimmy arranged for supporting agents and the forensic team, he came back to ask again and got results? They're all senior agents. Is there really such a big difference in experience?

Jimmy quietly told Hope about the young employee's request. Hope was a bit troubled. Although he was a senior agent, he wasn't in charge, and his authority didn't cover informant fees.

Moreover, it's hard to get informant fees from the FBI. It requires providing informant proof materials. In other words, the young gas station employee would need to register his information with the FBI, and his identity would naturally end up in the files.

If he gets detained again or engages in other activities, as his recruiter, he would be notified, and the young man might even actively expose himself as an informant to seek a deal or reduce his sentence.

Hope: "Jimmy, to be honest, do you think I should agree?"

Jimmy: "He provided information, and we give him a reward. It's only right and proper. What's there not to agree with?"

Hope: "I understand, but I don't have the authority to recruit informants."

Jimmy patted Hope: "Call Peter. He'll sort it out."

This guy Hope is not bad, just seems a bit inexperienced, but that's understandable. After all, he's from the counter-terrorism unit, and they rarely have such field investigation experiences. But he's too inflexible. Sticking rigidly to one's authority and duties can seriously impact the investigation's progress. The reason Peter called me over is exactly because the guys in the DC office are inefficient. Peter is good at reasonably utilizing resources to get things done.

Jimmy patted him and turned to walk away from the gas station, stood by the roadside, lit a cigarette, and stared at the passing vehicles, waiting for Hope's results. Even if it means bending the rules, it's better to bring enough people in. After all, he's from the Manhattan office, and he still needs to be somewhat cautious here at headquarters.

Hope noticed Jimmy leaving, took out his phone, made two calls, then approached the young employee, took notes of some information, and re-confirmed the situation Jimmy had asked about. The appearance of BJ he simply described, after all, it's hard to give a detailed description of gang members—they don't look too different. Just confirmed he's a white guy, with a beard, tattoos on his face and head, bald.

Hope waited for a while, another agent brought over an envelope. He looked at it, took out a piece of paper for the young employee to sign, then handed the envelope to him. After looking around to make sure no one saw them, the employee finally put the envelope into his pants, secured it with his belt, and walked to the store.

Hope's part was done, and Jimmy was nearly losing his patience waiting. Maybe they weren't used to doing things this way; it's really frustrating. If it were in New York and Jimmy handled it himself, he would have finished and gone back to investigate by now.

Hope talked to Jimmy, and the two instructed the on-site agents to continue investigating the area. Then they drove back to headquarters. The command center hadn't been dismantled. Peter had arrived there and was waiting for Jimmy.

Jimmy: "Peter, check on a gang called the Tucker Family. We need to find a guy in there with the nickname BJ. He's a white guy, bald, with tattoos on his face."

Peter: "Do you have a photo?"

Jimmy: "No, it's just information from an informant. He wouldn't have a photo."

Peter nodded, "I'll have someone pull up the records. The DC office has more gang info."

The FBI headquarters and the Washington DC office are two separate entities. The DC office, like the New York office, is a subordinate agency. While the systems are linked and data synchronized, many records are paper documents. Headquarters here can't compile all the paper records from every branch, though contacting a branch for records is relatively convenient.

After more than half an hour, Jimmy finally saw the Tucker Family records, which was not what he expected—two suited agents pushed a small cart with four hard cardboard boxes into the command center.

"FXXK! This much? Is the Tucker Family a big family?" Jimmy stared wide-eyed at the records. Going through all that would drive someone crazy.

One of the agents with the cart didn't look too good, "The Tucker Family is one of the three major gangs in DC, and they've been on the rise as the largest family in recent years. They're a key focus of ours, so it's normal to have a lot of records. The Tucker Family's head, Morris Tucker, is ruthless and decisive. In his youth, he was a street fighter, has been in prison multiple times, and many suspected cases involving him have occurred later, but there's no evidence.

The Tucker Family, centered around Morris Tucker and his family, is involved in drug trafficking, robbery, extortion, and other criminal activities. It's a huge underground economic empire. Don't be surprised when I say empire; they're involved in so many cases that if we had enough evidence, we would've acted long ago."

They placed the boxes on a nearby vacant table. Jimmy took a file out and flipped through it, then tossed it back. He looked at Peter, "This is too much. We don't have time to go through each one."

Then, without waiting for Peter to respond, he turned directly to the two agents, "Is there anyone from the organized crime investigation team at the DC office? Get their head and key personnel over here. This missing agent situation is related to someone in the Tucker Family with the nickname BJ. We need to find his records quickly."