North America Gunman Detective

Chapter 1549 - 830: Dave 2

Approached the van from the side, inside the van there was a person sitting in the cabin, with a laptop in front, typing. Beside him was a half-high small shelf, which seemed to be a military cot.

Jimmy frowned as he approached, considering whether to take him down, because just from looking at this it seemed impossible to confirm if this person was surveilling him. Crucially, from Heart Eye Vision's angle, there were no surveillance devices visible. If it's just someone who can't afford an RV using the van as a temporary residence, that's also plausible, after all, with the person in the van, anyone wanting to move the van couldn't do so.

"Boom," Jimmy punched the side of the cabin, scaring the person inside, "Who's out there?" he yelled as he walked to the back door, pulling it open and looking out. A gun barrel pointed directly at him, "FBI, don't move."

Jimmy revealed his FBI badge with his left hand, and the other person raised their hands in surprise, not speaking or daring to move, "No threatening moves, who are you?" He pointed to a camera with a telephoto lens on the military cot and said: "Don't lie to me, you know I can find out."

The person very cooperatively said: "Herman James, private investigator, I have a license, it's in my wallet. Now, I'm going to take out my wallet, please don't misunderstand."

Jimmy nodded, Herman slowly reached into his clothing with his right hand, carefully pulling out the wallet and opened it for Jimmy to see. Private investigator is a legitimate profession, although not very likable. Jimmy watched the person and asked: "What are you doing here?"

Herman: "Working."

Jimmy: "On what?"

Herman: "Sorry, but I can't casually disclose work content externally. I can only tell you it's legal."

Jimmy: "Get inside."

Herman didn't resist, with a gun pointed at him and facing an FBI agent, he wouldn't act irrationally just because of work.

Jimmy glanced at the laptop screen, it showed photos of Roland, with text recording departure times. Scrolling further up, he also saw photos of himself and Nia returning home with the child. Without looking further, he turned to Herman, "See, you know who I am. Now, tell me, who sent you, and why are you surveilling my house."

Herman raised his hands and sat on the military cot, "Someone paid me to surveil the black man in that house, worried something might happen here. I'm just monitoring him to ensure he doesn't cause any bad influence here."

Jimmy: "Who?"

Herman: "I don't know, contacted via phone, payment was also transferred online."

Jimmy: "Show me."

Herman: "I need to reiterate, I'm just doing my job, didn't do anything else." After saying that, he stood up, went to the computer, opened his bank account and pointed at a record, "This is it, contacted by phone, then a lawyer as an agent signed the contract with me."

Jimmy frowned looking at Herman, this guy was cooperating overly much, even fearing the FBI shouldn't compromise this much, "Write down the account number, phone number and that lawyer's contact information."

Herman very cooperatively tore a page from a nearby notebook, wrote the information with a pen, and handed it along with his business card to Jimmy.

Jimmy carefully took it, placed it directly in his pocket, nodded: "I'll verify this, hope you don't leave New York for the next two days, you know I have your fingerprint information, you wouldn't want me to issue a warrant for you. Also, don't try to destroy evidence."

Herman: "Of course, I understand."

Jimmy exited the cabin, put away the gun and left, Herman moved from the cabin to the driver's seat and drove away.

He wasn't hard on Herman, this guy seemed a bit off, from the grumbling when Jimmy hit the van to being calm and fully cooperative facing him, there was no sign of any resistance, he surely knew about Jimmy. Even just a quick glance was enough for Jimmy to understand what the other was doing, a document containing photos and annotations, noting the time and quantity of luggage his family came home with.

From this angle, this guy didn't seem like a gangster spy.

Jimmy returned home, called up Nia and the others, Nia looked at Jimmy and asked: "What happened?"

Jimmy: "Roland discovered someone surveilling our house, I just went to handle it, a black guy, 'Herman James,' private investigator, at least that's what he said."

Nia repeated the name twice, frowning and asking: "This name sounds familiar, how old?"

Jimmy: "Appears to be in his forties or fifties, medium build."

Nia: "If it's not just a namesake, it could be real. Remember Chuck? He used to have a partner with the same name, left the force later."

Jimmy: "Hold on, I'll check in the office."

Jimmy's computer can connect to the FBI network, after logging in, he checked using the business card, the information was accurate, at least this part the person was honest about.

The bank account was a bit tricky, he's not familiar with financial information queries, if investigating this he'll need to go to the white-collar group, been a while since Mahong was last seen.

Nia took out her phone and dialed, "Hey, Chuck, do you remember Herman James? Your former partner... That's right, do you know his current situation?"

Nia shook her head at Jimmy, evidently Chuck didn't have results either: "Okay, thanks, Chuck."

Jimmy checked the time, "Looks like it's going to get busy again." He hugged Nia gently and said: "Call mom, let's have dinner at her place tonight, I'm going to find Mahong for some investigation, no need to wait for me for dinner."

Nia nodded, at times like these, opposing or objecting to Jimmy would seem out of place, she knew Jimmy would have plans to send her over. Anyway, there were ready rooms and things little Liam would need at mom's place, staying for a day or two wouldn't necessitate going out shopping again.

Jimmy drove Nia away from home, just reached Manhattan and got a phone call, Nia reached out from the console, looked at Jimmy's phone, connected it and handed it to him, "It's Dave."

Jimmy took the call to his ear: "Hi, Dave, good afternoon."

Dave: "You all back? How was the trip?"

Jimmy: "Very good, the little one enjoyed going out, seemed very happy."

Dave: "Seems like you had a great time, got time tonight? Come over for a visit."

Jimmy: "Your place?"

Dave: "Yes, Lucy hasn't seen you in a while either, bring the family over."

Jimmy glanced at Nia, said softly: "Dave's invited us over tonight."

Nia nodded slightly, Jimmy spoke into the phone: "No problem, appreciate the invitation."

After a few polite exchanges, Jimmy hung up and handed the phone to Nia, "Call mom to inform her, surprises tend to catch you off guard."

This is strange, Jimmy had been to Dave's house before, yet there was never a family gathering format to sit with Dave's family. Why did he suddenly propose a gathering like this? The timing was too coincidental, with Jimmy's family just back to New York and Dave already aware. He surely tracked their movements, be it phone localization or flight information, regardless of method, Dave's surely intending to say something today.