This bar was really not bad; the atmosphere made people relax unconsciously. It was quiet and the music was low and clear. The person who designed the room layout must have been a master. Jimmy was enjoying the tranquility, slowly sipping his drink, chatting with the bartender, feeling quite good, thinking of coming here often.

Slightly tipsy, Jimmy got up to leave the bar, retrieved his overcoat from the waiter, returned to the parking lot, and drove home.

After the show ended, Jenna followed Raymond back to her place. A woman who could afford an Enzo certainly did not come from an ordinary background. When they arrived at a high-rise spacious apartment, Raymond sat and chatted with a couple in the villa and then left, and Jenna's ordeal then began.

Although it was the early 21st century, most parents still paid close attention to their children's romantic relationships and marriages. When their children had homosexual relationships, they usually did not approve. Their move to New York was exactly for this reason.

After enduring a barrage of words, Jenna got up to wash up and rest, acting as if they weren't there. These matters of personal choice often could not be resolved by verbal assaults, which instead might provoke a rebellious mentality, sometimes having the opposite effect.

Jimmy returned to the office and rested for two days, feeling much better. Another batch of screened documents had arrived; Chris had dropped a thick package on Jimmy's desk that morning.

Jimmy did not open the documents, but first checked the case system. However, he suddenly discovered that the shooting case had disappeared from the pending cases' list.

"Chris, what happened to our case?" Jimmy shouted, then turned to look at Chris.

Chris was also surprised. He immediately opened the system and started searching, frowning as he browsed through the system. He gestured to Jimmy, and Jimmy leaned over to look at the screen.

The case of former Federation Prosecutor Joey's murder by shooting was in the process of being submitted for closure. The case had entered the information verification stage, and the agent handling it was Ryan Phillips, a Special Agent from the Queens field office.

Jimmy turned to Chris, "Chris, can other people manipulate the case after it's been assigned to us?"

Chris nodded while frowning, "Yes, the case database is shared. But in principle, once someone is assigned a case, others usually don't interfere, and it's strange, he hasn't contacted me."

Chris and Jimmy exchanged glances, then refocused on the monitor.

Looking at the case's processing information, Jimmy said to Chris, "There's something wrong here. Chris, why don't you find out more?"

Chris nodded, "You handle the other stuff, I'll go ask." Saying that, Chris picked up his suit jacket and left the office.

Jimmy went back to his station, still confused. All the previous cases he had handled, whether at the county police or earlier in the group with Peter and Ruiz, had never had someone else handle their cases. Could there be special rules for murder cases?

But Chris didn't know either, and he was a veteran detective. Not to mention anything else, his sparse white hair alone was a testament to his experience.

This was the FBI; if he weren't qualified, he definitely would be assigned elsewhere. Even if one or two supervisors could save someone, it would not ensure that Chris could secure his position with every boss over so many years.

There was also that Ryan, who had taken over a shooting case involving MS13 from him before which had led Hughes to initiate a joint inquiry. Jimmy had a strong impression from that.

After wildly speculating, Jimmy could only open other documents to distract himself. These historical cases were still of great reference value. Looking at them more could provide a reference target for similar future cases.

Half an hour later, Chris returned. His expression was complex, a mix of wanting to laugh but not knowing what to say.

Jimmy stood up and asked, "Chris, how did it go? Any results?"

Chris nodded, sat down, took off his suit, and hung it up. He clenched his fists on the desk, looking at Jimmy, "You wouldn't believe what happened."

Jimmy was speechless, "Come on, just tell me. How can I guess if you don't say anything?"

Chris stood straight, looked at Jimmy, "It wasn't us who solved the case, nor Ryan. It was completely by accident."

During a traffic stop initiated by the NYPD in Queens, a car fled. After about half an hour of chasing, they managed to stop it and a shootout occurred. The gunfighter died.

The pistol the gunfighter had was a 'Ghost Gun,' sent back for testing, and the test center matched it to the ballistics of the gun used to kill Joey. They notified the Queens FBI office, and the case was closed just like that."

Jimmy, stunned, thought to himself that he had been wasting his effort for the last two weeks. Could it be any more coincidental or exhilarating? And it made him look so foolish, all the running around and overtime for the past two weeks, just for this outcome?

Jimmy asked, "Was the identity of the gunman confirmed?"

Chris nodded, "I just told you, you wouldn't guess what happened, and now I have to add, you could never guess who this person was."

Jimmy, your direction of investigation was right, just bad luck.

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