North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 52 Jimmy 20 years later

Jimmy found a food truck to get his lunch, took tacos and burgers to a remote road, parked the police car in the shade, and started having his lunch.

What happened today is really sad. Things have been going bad since yesterday. First, the murderer was not found, and then the person he worked so hard to chase was taken away. It was annoying to see so many little problems in the new patrol area.

That Cadillac bastard is definitely a big fish. It’s a shame that he wasn’t interrogated overnight last night. Not everyone can handle two passports. This kind of person must have big problems to dig out.

If the DEA takes action, then it's either a drug lord or this person may be an undercover agent. In short, he must be a big fish.

After being a policeman for so long, Jimmy has never handled a big case. They were all trivial matters, except of course the three people he killed.

Look at how glamorous the police officers in the movies are. They deal with big cases involving gangsters, drug lords, murders, etc. Not to mention promotions and salary increases, at least they make people excited. Look at yourself, driving on patrol on the road, caught.

They were all related to speeding, car accidents, fake license plates, etc. The difference was huge. I originally thought it was just because I was a trainee patrol officer, but now that I have been promoted, I still do these things.

Kag has been working in the police station for more than 20 years, and he still has to drive on the road to patrol. Thinking of Kag's obesity, Jimmy seems to have seen himself 20 years later.

It was so scary. Jimmy quickly shook off this thought. He couldn't imagine what the future would be like if he just patrolled like this for 20 years.

Jimmy abandoned his previous thoughts and returned to the police car to rest after lunch. Since the back seat and front seat of the police car had been reinforced, the driver's seat of the police car could not be folded down like a family car, and could only rest on the back of the seat.

I couldn't sleep with the seat down, so sleeping in the car was very uncomfortable. However, the rest time last night was too short, so I just squinted for a while.

In the afternoon, Jimmy woke up and stayed in the car for a while before starting the police car and returning to the highway to start patrolling.

Jimmy wandered from the highway to the country road without any goal, and then found the first goal of the afternoon.

A speeding Harley motorcycle with its iconic crooked handlebars. The rider is white, middle-aged, with a big beard, a leather jacket with spikes, and pointed shoes. These characteristics can basically conclude that this guy is a member of a motorcycle gang. The leather jacket

There is no icon on the back, so there is no way to tell which gang he belongs to. It is also possible that he is just a low-level gang member and has not yet received clothes with a badge.

In addition, there are many motorcycle gangs in the United States. Decades of development have divided their respective spheres of influence. In order to avoid the state of melee in the 1960s and 1970s, each gang has a rough scope and does not invade each other. There is a clear hierarchy within the gangs.

Gangs and castes are distinguished based on tattoos and emblems on clothing.

Jimmy turned on the police lights and siren, rushed over, and followed closely behind the motorcycle. The POST Committee strictly prohibited the police from riding motorcycles, so Jimmy had no choice but to follow.

When the rider saw a police car behind him with its lights on, he turned directly at the next intersection, and then accelerated to escape. Jimmy followed closely and turned, accelerated, and followed him from a distance of more than ten meters. He could not follow too close, in case he bumped into the motorcycle, even if he just missed it.

, Jimmy can’t escape prosecution.

Today was not Jimmy's lucky day. The motorcycle disappeared from sight in a swerving way. In the wild, especially in rural Arkansas where there are too many woods, it is too difficult to chase the motorcycle. He can always escape from all kinds of

Drill through the nook and cranny.

Jimmy could only turn off the police lights and sirens and slowly walked back to the road. At an intersection, he met the motorcycle again. As soon as the police lights and sirens were turned on, the motorcycle was probably frightened and suddenly turned and fell to the side of the road.

In an unexpected surprise, Jimmy immediately stopped the car, pulled out his gun and shouted at the rider: "Don't move! Let me see your hands!"

The rider raised his hand to indicate that he had no weapon in his hand, then walked to the side of the road on his own, lay down on the ground, and put his hands on his lower back and clasped them together. Jimmy didn't need to give any instructions at all. He was so skillful that it made people feel distressed. How many times had he been caught?

Jimmy was also a little confused. He walked over and put handcuffs on him, then pulled him up and searched him, and put him into the back seat of the police car. The whole process went smoothly, making people feel that this was a pre-arranged training.

Jimmy returned to the driver's seat, radioed the dispatch center, and sent a tow truck. Then he waited there. It was not the time for interrogation yet, so there was no need to say a Miranda warning.

If it is just speeding, a ticket will be enough, but the motorcycle rider does not stop, but speeds away, which is a felony of fleeing from the police. In this case, just go back to the police station for interrogation and then submit it to the prosecutor's office for the process. Detention is

If you can't run away, you can give me a Miranda warning during interrogation.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a tow truck came over, hoisted the motorcycle onto the tow truck, and then Jimmy took the rider back to the police station.

In the detention room, Jimmy unhooked the rider's handcuffs from behind, then asked him to put his hands forward and continue to cuff them. After doing this, Jimmy began to tell him the Miranda warning.

"I am Assistant County Sheriff Jimmy Young (police officers in principle have to give the full title of their position in formal situations, here is Deputy Sheriff, not Police officer, Police officer refers to the city police), I am responsible for your case. You have

You have the right to remain silent. If you do not remain silent, everything you say can be used as evidence in court. You have the right to have a lawyer at trial. If you cannot afford a lawyer, we can provide one.

Please ask one. Do you fully understand your above rights?"

"Yes, can I contact my lawyer now? I will not speak again until the lawyer comes."

Jimmy was also a little helpless. He looked like a veteran. He hadn't spoken a word during the whole journey. Now that he suddenly said this, it was obvious that he had been arrested by the police many times before.

Jimmy took the phone from outside and asked the rider to make a call, and he walked out. Anything he said was meaningless now, and listening to the phone was useless. There was no time to waste.

After waiting for half an hour, a lawyer walked into the police station. He was dressed as a standard lawyer, with shiny leather shoes, a suit, a vest, shirt and tie, with meticulous hair, and a briefcase in his hand.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Shaun White, a lawyer, calling for Officer Jimmy Young."

"Hi, I'm Jimmy Young."

"Police officer, I am Shaun White, Alexander Terentyev's lawyer, can you take me to see him?" Lawyer Shaun White said with a smile.

"He is in the detention room, come with me."

Jimmy took the lawyer to the detention room and left on his own. When the lawyer was communicating with the suspect, the police were not allowed to interfere. At the same time, the content of their communication could not be directly submitted as evidence, and the audio and video recordings needed to be turned off.

(End of chapter)