Jimmy left Doctor Mary's office and took a taxi home. Since psychological intervention had already been arranged, there was no need to rush back to the office. He decided to consider it a personal day off.
While Jimmy was resting at home, Mary had already called Hughes. Everything was normal, and Hughes had let go of his worries.
Hughes had been with the FBI for many years and had seen too many people develop psychological issues for various reasons. Many had left their positions, deteriorated into criminals, ended up in jail, or died. Hughes did not want to see a promising recruit like Jimmy go to waste, so he made it a priority to arrange for his psychological intervention after the significant incident.
Doctor Mary was the best psychologist in the Manhattan office. Hughes fully accepted her judgment. If Doctor Mary said Jimmy was fine, then he was fine, at least for this time.
Hughes filed Jimmy's report back into the folder and began to ponder Jimmy's next steps. Peter's team usually dealt with art theft cases and might not even have the chance to fire their weapons once a year. Yet, in just the few days since Jimmy had joined, there had already been two shooting incidents. Were Peter's past cases too easy, or was Jimmy too violent? The cases themselves didn't seem all that different from before. Perhaps Jimmy should try an internship with another team?
Hughes had not made a decision yet and needed to discuss it with Peter.
The would-be bank robbers had all died before they could get away with anything. Their information and evidence had been collected. Jones and Jimmy had been lucky; the robbers hadn't prepared to leave yet and only carried their handguns when they left the warehouse. Their bulletproof vests, rifles, and shotguns were all left in boxes, not carried with them; otherwise, Jones and Jimmy would be lucky to have their bodies intact.
This case could be handed over to another team to follow up, mainly to investigate the robbers' network, any other contacts, prior records, or related cases. These aspects weren't Peter's team's strengths, so Hughes took the case from Peter and assigned it elsewhere.
The assault case had to be nailed down, as the consequences would be endless otherwise. Though the attackers had struck the FBI first and Jones and Jimmy were justified in their counterattack, killing nine people in one go would be problematic without a solid, justifiable explanation. If this reached the Judicial Department, everyone would end up on the defensive.
This was also why he had previously contacted people to seal off the case. In a place like New York, such an incident was a significant scandal for the FBI. If the news broke out, it would impact more than one or two people.
As soon as Jimmy got home, he received a call from Hughes. Although Mary's analysis report confirmed Jimmy was fine, Hughes still told Jimmy to take an additional day of rest.
Jones was lucky, or perhaps unlucky, as administrative leave wasn't in the cards for him. The autopsy report was out, and his issued Glock had indeed hit its mark, with several bullets he fired found in the bodies. However, the fatal wounds were all caused by Jimmy's .357 Magnum bullets, which left different entry wounds than the 9mm Parabellum bullets from a Glock. It was easy for the medical examiner to distinguish.
So, Jimmy had no choice but to stay on leave, waiting for the latest news from Peter's team.
Peter and Diana went to find the third suspect, Carlisle Gale. They were in luck, as they confirmed his residence based on motorcycle registration photos, and he was still living in his rented apartment without having moved out.
After they arrived at Carlisle Gale's apartment, they learned he hadn't returned from making deliveries yet. Fortunately, the apartment manager had his phone number and notified him to come back quickly.
It took a while, but Carlisle finally returned. Peter confirmed his information with Carlisle and then asked him what he was doing at the hotel, resulting in a headache-inducing outcome for Peter and his team.
After graduating high school, Carlisle didn't look for work in his hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina, but chose to try his luck in New York. He started with a part-time job delivering food, hoping to make some cash while looking for a steady job. His luck wasn't great; without education or work experience, finding suitable employment was difficult, and he ended up delivering food long-term.
Later, he met a very influential person who helped him become an illegal taxi driver, delivering goods that were inconvenient for others to transport. It was evident from this job that the people he knew were not exactly upstanding citizens.
A few days ago, someone called him to make a delivery—it was just a cell phone in a document bag. Carlisle simply delivered the phone. That's why he had only stayed for a minute to get a signature before leaving. After the signature, as instructed by the owner of the goods, besides the phone, the bag it came in had to be taken away for disposal.
Regarding that person, Carlisle was clueless. They only contacted each other by phone and exchanged goods in a parking lot. Carlisle had been in this business for a long time because he never asked about things that could cause misunderstandings, which established his good reputation in the industry. Many couriers peeked at or even ran off with the goods, but he had worked for years without a mistake.
Peter took note of the delivery location and phone number and returned to Federal Square with Diana. The rest of the work fell to Jones to handle since he was most familiar with accessing traffic camera footage; thus, he had to visit the dispatch center to sift through video records. Jones had it tougher than most, with no administrative leave and the task of checking videos.
While they were busy, Jimmy was resting at home. Having received Hughes' call, he knew he'd have a day off tomorrow. He planned to use this time to visit a church, though not necessarily Fifth Avenue's St. Patrick's Cathedral, since it was too far and he had no plans to shop.
Jimmy was considering visiting Brooklyn tomorrow to check out apartment prices with some brokers. It looked like he might be with the FBI for a long time, so it might be time to find a place of his own, a comfortable home.
Jimmy rested well that night and set off for Brooklyn early the next day. Based on information he privately gathered from Jones, there were several apartments near Manhattan in Brooklyn, which was his target area due to its convenience, just a few kilometers from Federal Square.
Jimmy took a cab to Brooklyn and stepped into what seemed like a large, formal brokerage. The staff inside were very welcoming. He asked many questions to get a sense of the apartment options in New York, somewhat dazed by the different residential setups.