North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 233 The acquaintance seen on the surveillance camera

After Jimmy finished smoking, he went upstairs, checked the time, and ordered a takeout directly. He didn't go downstairs at noon. He really wasn't in the mood to eat out, so he just did whatever he wanted.

However, Jimmy thought too much and Peter's call came to Jones' cell phone.

Jones answered the phone, checked some information on the computer and printed it out. Then he stood up and picked up the suit on the back of the chair. "Jimmy, let's go, Peter arranged for us to monitor."

Jimmy also picked up his suit, followed Jones to the underground parking lot, got into the surveillance vehicle and set off.

This surveillance vehicle is exclusive to Jones, and the equipment on it is inspected and maintained by Jones. In order to be ready for dispatch at any time, Jones has to take some time to check the vehicle every day.

Now was the time for emergency action. Jones drove, Jimmy in the passenger seat, and headed for the Upper West Side.

They arrived safely outside the hotel. Peter and Diane were waiting for them on the roadside. Coming up from the back door, Peter said: "Jones, take the blank video tape and follow me to the hotel to copy a video. The man has been found."

Yes, still staying in the hotel.

Diane, you and Jimmy wait here."

Peter and Jones returned shortly after entering. They used the computer on the surveillance vehicle to transcribe the copy into the computer. After playing it back, they finally saw clear images.

He is a white man with no beard, short blond hair, wearing a suit, and looks like a businessman.

Jones: "Alan Johnson is a British and American dual citizen. He graduated from the History Department of the London School of Economics and Political Science. He is a former bank asset appraiser. He left his job last year and opened a consulting company, mainly engaged in art value appraisal. He currently lives in Room 503 of the hotel.

one person."

Peter: "The Nissan car Allen drove has been found in the parking lot, but the license plate has been changed to a normal license plate, and it is also the car in his name. So far, everything seems to be normal.

Professionally speaking, he does have a certain connection. If the large amount of art lost this time needs to be sold on the market, it must be handled by knowledgeable people.

Jones, Jimmy, you two are responsible for monitoring here, tracking who he comes in contact with, and seeing if you can find any clues about the missing artwork. If there is a chance, install a bug on him."

Jones: "Okay."

Peter: "Diane, let's go back."

Peter and Diane left the van, went to the parking lot and drove away in their own car. Jones began to organize the boxes, took out the GPS positioning device and bugs from them and began to check them, preparing to install them on Alan Johnson's car, while Jimmy began to adjust

The camera outside the surveillance car was pointed at the hotel door and began to record the surveillance in a loop.

Jones packed up the equipment, carried the box and left the surveillance truck. He returned ten minutes later, sat in front of the surveillance screen, and started his work. Jimmy looked at it for a while and asked: "Jones, what do you want to eat? I'll buy some."

Bring back the food, we may have to stay for a long time."

Jones: "Burger and coffee, thank you."

Jimmy got out of the car and walked to the side. Since he was going to monitor here, he must be familiar with the surrounding environment first. There is no shortage of food and drink.

When Jimmy came back with burgers and coffee, Jones was still wearing headphones and looking at the surveillance screen in front of him. Well, no matter what you look at, Black Boy Jones is a qualified FBI agent, especially for his own responsibilities.

Jimmy is completely incomparable in this regard. Let him stare at the surveillance screen for several hours, just like being in jail. As time goes by, he will feel uncomfortable all over his body.

Jimmy: "Latte, burger."

Jones stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you. You'll look at it for a while, and I'll have something to eat first."

Jimmy: "No problem." Jimmy picked up the other earphone and put it on, and the monitor switched to the surveillance screen, looking at the hotel entrance.

Jimmy looked at the monitor boredly, holding the revolver's boring switch magazine in his hand. The bullets inside had been taken out, so there was no need to worry about misfire. He was just bored and wished he had something to move around with, just like the students.

It's like turning pens when you're bored, nothing special.

Jones finished his burger, took two sips of coffee, and went out from the back door of the van to stretch his body and wake up a little.

"Jones, come in." Jimmy called Jones. He knew that Jones would not go far and must be at the back door.

Jones opened the back door and came in, "What's the matter?"

Jimmy: "When did this man enter the hotel?"

Jimmy pointed to the surveillance video, a bald man, Jimmy's acquaintance, Frank Moses.

Jones checked it carefully and said: "I have no impression, at least it's not someone who entered after our surveillance started."

Jimmy intercepted the image from the surveillance video and printed it out from the nearby printer.

Jimmy: "You watch the surveillance first, I'll go investigate."

Jones: "Go ahead."

Jimmy took the printed image, walked into the hotel, and came to the front desk.

Front desk: "Welcome, how can I help you?"

Jimmy took out his FBI ID from his pocket and said, "FBI, I want to take up a little bit of your time. Can you come over and have a chat?"

The receptionist looked at Jimmy, then said something to another person next to him, then walked out from the side and walked with Jimmy to a remote corner where no one was.

Jimmy gave the printed image to the front desk: "I need your help to look at this person. Is he your customer?"

Front desk: "Yes, I have the impression that he has been staying here for several days."

Jimmy: "I think you already know that we are investigating the case. My colleagues have come over today to investigate the surveillance video. Now I need your help to check his registered information, please."

Front desk: "OK, please wait."

The receptionist returned to her seat, turned on the computer, looked for information, printed it out, and gave it to Jimmy.

Jimmy: "Thank you. Goodbye."

Jimmy did not check the information, but went directly back to the surveillance vehicle.

Jones: "Found it?"

Jimmy: "Well, let me take a look first."

Harry Stamper checked in 8 days ago and paid for the room using a credit card. The hotel did not provide his driver's license information. Now it is equivalent to only his name and a credit card account number.

Jones: "What was discovered? Does it have anything to do with our goal?"

Jimmy: "Oh, it doesn't matter, it just looks like an acquaintance of mine, but after looking at the name, it's not someone I know."

Jones: "Let me take a look." Jones took the information, "It's really simple information, but it's enough to check the information. Do you need me to investigate?"

Jimmy: "Is it convenient? Will it violate the rules?"

Jones: "It's just checking one person. There's no problem. But it's not possible now. You need to go to the bureau to check. The computer in the surveillance car doesn't have query permission."

Jimmy: "Well, thank you. I'll treat you to dinner later."

(End of chapter)