Jimmy watched them from the car as they picked and chose which store to enter, walking nearby while he drove a certain distance behind them.
Because it affected traffic, Jimmy had to pull over repeatedly to let the outermost lane clear. This still caused a line of cars behind him to honk their horns. Fortunately, Jimmy had grown a thick skin. As long as no one angrily got out of their car to cause trouble, Jimmy ignored them.
After visiting a few stores, they finally found one where they could monitor surveillance footage. How did Jimmy know? Because Peter and Diana had already been inside for 10 minutes without coming out.
Jimmy kept an eye on the jewelry store; it was still operating normally. The flow of people coming in and out didn't show anything unusual. The safety of the two inside seemed assured—if anything unusual had happened, the other customers would have shown some sign.
About 20 minutes later, Peter and Diana came out and came directly to the car. Jimmy got out, but Peter took over driving and they set off again.
Jimmy: "Peter, any results?"
Diana: "Nothing at all. None of the three passed by this store. Let's check another area."
Jimmy: "Understood. Any results from Jones?"
Diana: "I haven't received a call yet, let's wait a bit longer."
Peter drove to another side of the hotel, repeating the previous action of visiting stores to inquire if they could review the surveillance footage.
Just after entering the second store, Peter and Diana came out quickly and went to the car where Jimmy promptly vacated the driver's seat.
Peter drove onto the road and said, "Jones has found something, let's head back to the station."
Conference room.
Jones: "We have located two individuals. First, Number One. We see him walking from the hotel to the corner and hailing a taxi. I've contacted the taxi company and identified the driver's name. We've arranged to meet him downstairs, waiting for his call."
Then there's Number Three. He was on a motorcycle, wearing a helmet, but according to his clothes, we can tentatively identify him. We need to adjust the vehicle plate lookup information for confirmation."
Peter nodded his head: "Good work, Jones. You and Jimmy go meet the taxi driver. Diana, you check the information on that motorcycle."
Jones and Jimmy left the conference room together and went downstairs to the lobby to wait for the taxi driver's call, as the scheduled time had nearly arrived.
Shortly after, a taxi stopped nearby, and the driver got out and directly entered the Federation building. This driver clearly had no shady history; a shady driver probably wouldn't agree to come to this building.
Jones and Jimmy watched the man take out his phone, closely followed by Jones's phone ringing. He picked up the phone, signaling for the driver to come over.
Jones: "Hi, FBI Agent Jones."
Driver: "Good afternoon, what can I do for you?"
Jones showed him a video snapshot: "Take a look at this person. He rode in your taxi near Central Park a couple of days ago."
The driver looked at the photo and thought for a moment: "I kind of remember him, what about him?"
Jones: "I need to know where he got off."
Driver: "Oh, I remember this guy. It was a big fare. He got off at a warehouse by the river in the Bronx."
Jones: "Just one moment."
Jones found a map at the front desk, asked the driver to pinpoint the location, then thanked him and let him leave.
Jones and Jimmy returned to the office to begin searching the area the driver mentioned.
"Peter!" Without getting up, Jones called out loudly. Peter came out from his office and went downstairs to Jones's side.
Jones: "We have the location from the driver. It's an old warehouse district by the Bron River, a bit far in the Bronx District."
Peter: "You and Jimmy go check it out now."
Jones nodded his head: "Alright, we're heading out immediately."
Jimmy got up and followed Jones downstairs, where Jones drove them toward the Bronx.
The Bronx District is the northernmost of New York's five boroughs, northeast of Manhattan. The distance was significant, and given the traffic, they would probably reach just around dusk.
This was Jimmy's first time leaving the vicinity of Manhattan since moving to New York; previously, he'd only gone as far as Little Russia in Brooklyn.
Leaving Upper City Manhattan felt like entering another city entirely; the environment changed drastically. Upper City housed more affluent residents, while the Bronx seemed significantly less affluent.
Along the way, Jones also educated Jimmy about the Bronx District. It was relatively less safe, home to many gangs, big and small. Jones couldn't say exactly how many since smaller gangs often dissolved quickly, only for other new ones to take their places in a short time.
As dusk approached, Jones finally arrived at the location, an old warehouse district with large warehouses scattered around, their walls bearing the marks of time and covered in graffiti.
The taxi had stopped outside the warehouse area, making it unclear exactly which building the person had entered. Jones parked the car far away, and then he and Jimmy walked toward it.
Jones and Jimmy, one black and one Chinese in black suits, weren't all that conspicuous in the night, especially since the warehouse area had no streetlights, making it more advantageous for their reconnaissance.
Jones and Jimmy set their phones to vibrate and split up to check the surroundings of the warehouse. While Jones was cautious, Jimmy was more at ease. Thanks to his "Heart
Eye," the darkness posed no barrier to him. As long as he could observe a place, he could tell if anyone was inside it.