North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 238 Is the case over...?

Jimmy returned to the car with Peter's keys, took off his body armor, took back his holster and suit and put them on. The preparations he made before were completely useless and all his efforts were in vain.

Peter and Jones also came over, "Jimmy, let's go, we have nothing to do today, go back and rest."

Fortunately, everything had been resolved. Peter did not arrange for them to continue working overtime, but asked Jones and Jimmy to go home and rest. As for him, he needed to return to Federation Square to cooperate with Diana in handling the previous interrogation records of illegal cultural relics trading.

After a busy day, Jimmy just bought a few tacos from the food truck on the road with Jones, and then went home to rest. When he works a lot during the day, he actually can't sleep and can't stop thinking. It's best to have a drink.

Well, Jimmy doesn't need to drive during the day anyway, and he won't be involved in drunk driving.

The next day, Jimmy was late again. In fact, it was not just him. Although he was late, he was still the first to arrive at the office. Peter and the others worked overtime yesterday and came even later today.

Diana and Jones had been sorting, taking photos, and registering information with Peter early in the morning, mainly for the artworks found in the house. These seized artworks were not sent directly to the evidence room, but to Peter and the others first.

Files are organized here in the office.

These are relatively detailed tasks, nothing to do with Jimmy. Fortunately, the number of artworks is not particularly large, so I finally finished it after two hours of busy work.

Near noon, a man dressed as a janitor came to Peter's office accompanied by a security guard. Peter took him to the evidence room, and then Peter came back alone.

Peter clapped his hands upstairs and said, "Everyone, come up."

Jimmy and the others turned around and took a look, then went directly upstairs to the conference room.

Peter: "The people from the cleaning company have just confirmed that the cultural relics we collected from Allerton are from the deceased Nathan Byrd. Our case is over. Thank you for your hard work."

Jimmy: "Are those three gunmen the murderers of Nathan Byrd?"

Peter: "It has been confirmed that the bullet that killed Nathan Byrd and his dog matched two of their pistols. Ruiz has also confirmed that the case has been closed."

Jimmy: "What about Allen Johnson and the statue buyer?"

Peter: "Referred to federal prosecutors, our mission accomplished."

Peter looked at the others. No one asked any more questions. He continued: "It's the weekend, so we won't arrange any cases. Have a good weekend. Now, let's disband."

Jones and Diana walked out, Jimmy following at the end, and on the way out of the conference room, he turned back.

Jimmy: "Peter, we still don't know why they killed Nathan Byrd."

Peter lowered his head and packed up the documents on the conference table, "That's not what we want to focus on, Jimmy, no one is God."

Jimmy: "OK." Jimmy turned and left the conference room.

Peter's words have explained everything. They are not God and cannot handle everything. Now they have killed the gunman who killed Nathan and recovered the lost artwork. For them, they have done a good enough job. No one can

Ask for more.

Jimmy returned to his seat and began to sort out the documents on his desk. The case was over and these were no longer needed. The files related to the case had been filed. The documents on his desk were all copied by himself.

Suddenly Jimmy found a picture, and then he remembered that there was another thing he had forgotten.

Jimmy slid his chair to the side of Jones, "Hey, Jones, do you still remember the person I went to find information on the day we monitored him? Help me check the information."

Jones was idle and moved his fingers to Jimmy, "Bring it here."

Jimmy gave him the name and credit card number printed by the hotel front desk, and Jones logged into the system with his own account and started querying.

Jones: "There is no matching information, a fake name, the credit card account number is a small bank, don't think about it, it is a card issued with a fake ID. Damn it, there is no need to pursue it, this kind of fake ID is all over the street, there is no

The meaning of tracing.”

Jimmy: "Thanks, it's okay. I'm just an acquaintance. I'll ask around later."

Jimmy slid back into his position. Now this is interesting. Frank Moses, what are you doing?

Since it was clear that there was no case today, Jimmy slipped out early at noon and took a taxi to Brooklyn. The leather goods store should have Jimmy's gun holster ready.

Jimmy came to the leather goods store, but there were still no customers in the store. This is unscientific. The craftsmanship in this store is really good, so why are there no customers?

The old Mediterranean man was still doing his crafts behind the counter. When he heard the doorbell ringing, he said without raising his head: "Welcome."

Jimmy: "Hey, store manager, I'm here to get my holster."

Mediterranean looked up and glanced at Jimmy: "Oh, it's you. You came just in time and it's already done."

Mediterranean turned around and took out a paper box from under the counter and placed it on the counter. "Please."

Jimmy reached for the box and opened it, "Oh."

A raw-color cowhide armpit holster with a print on the belt. Jimmy couldn't tell what the print meant, but it looked very beautiful.

There is a five-star print on the left holster. There are 6 bullet positions on the shoulder strap above the holster. There is an extra piece of cowhide on the right side. There are 12 bullet positions in the three rows on the top. There are also 6 bullet positions on the right shoulder strap. This time

Okay, plus the 6 rounds in the revolver, there are 30 rounds in total, which is enough.

Jimmy took off his suit, took off his original holster, put on this new one, pulled hard, and then slightly adjusted the position left and right, it fit perfectly.

"Nice, the store manager's craftsmanship is really good, I like it very much."

Jimmy directly removed the bullets from the old holster and put it on the new holster, then threw the old one directly into the scrap bin next to the counter and put on his suit.

"It's very comfortable, close to the body, but not tight, and doesn't affect my activities. I'm very satisfied. The store manager can give me a business card."

Jimmy is indeed very satisfied. The previous holster was actually a standard holster that he bought casually. Although it did not affect physical activities, it was somewhat tight. The current one is really comfortable, and of course it is now. If it becomes uncomfortable after a while, we will talk about it then.

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Jimmy paid the balance, took a business card from the boss, left the leather goods store, and took a taxi back to the Federation Square office again.

When he returned to the office, he took off his suit and hung it on the back of his chair. Jones immediately discovered the new gun holster.

"Jimmy, did you just buy a new holster? It's beautiful."

"Well, I made it in a leather goods store in Brooklyn a few days ago. I just went to pick it up." Jimmy said as he pulled out the pistol, took off the holster and handed it to Jones.

“It’s great. It feels really good. It’s not cheap.”

"It's okay, I think it's worth the money." Jimmy took it back, put it on, and put the revolver away.

(End of chapter)