Jimmy returned to the office and contacted the lab, hoping they could carry out the ballistic testing of Dave's guns as soon as possible, and compare them incidentally with the bullet fragments from the past taxi driver and homeless person's deaths to see if there was a match.

This was a delicate matter, so Jimmy only dared to make a phone call to hurry things along, just in case the other party showed a bit of displeasure and decided to delay things even further, leaving him with nowhere to cry.

Now, they hadn't obtained all the statements yet, nor had the evidence been analyzed, so Dave could stay in the detention center for the time being. He was caught red-handed, the evidence was complete, and it would be normal to throw him directly into prison to await the prosecutor's charges.

Finally, Jimmy had time to deal with his own matters. He first looked up Nia Miller in the system—of course, he didn't use his privileges for a deep search, just a basic one—and he obtained her family information. Then he discovered a somewhat familiar name, Kevin Miller.

If he remembered correctly, Kevin Miller was one of NYPD's deputy commissioners. Sure enough, when he opened the NYPD's database, there it was; three years ago, he was one of the deputy commissioners. This explained a lot. As a deputy commissioner, living in the Upper East Side wasn't really a big deal, not at all.

It made sense why Nia could ascend to detective at such a young age. The last time they communicated, she had shown a genuine interest in the policing profession. Plus, with such backing, there would definitely be no problems, whether it was assessments or finding a senior to guide her. Chuck, that old man, had not informed him beforehand.

Now it was clear. That big shot's expression that day obviously showed his displeasure at him hitting on his daughter. Moreover, as a high-ranking NYPD official, it wouldn't be too hard for him to access Jimmy's details. The odd behavior of Nia these past days must have stemmed from here, Jimmy thought, as he closed the file.

After reviewing case files until the end of his shift, Jimmy headed to the police station parking lot, a place he had visited many times. Although he didn't know everyone there, he was fairly familiar with the place. He called Nia, and after a while, she emerged from the police station in casual clothes and got into Jimmy's car.

Nia looked much more normal than Jimmy had imagined, still very warm. As she got into the car, she leaned over and kissed Jimmy on the cheek.

Jimmy:"Are you off work, or just stepping out for a bit?"

Nia nodded,"I'm off for the day. Lately, there haven't been any complicated cases requiring overtime."

Jimmy:"OK, let's go have a drink first."

Jimmy started the car and left the police station parking lot, driving straight home. On the way, Jimmy asked Nia about the past few days. Nia didn't hide anything, merely stating they could talk about it later, indicating it wasn't something that could be settled in a few words.

When they reached the apartment, Jimmy first headed to the kitchen to start the coffee machine while Nia sat on the couch watching him absentmindedly.

Jimmy brought the coffee over, placed it on the coffee table, then sat next to Nia, wrapping an arm around her shoulder,"Can you talk about it now, Nia? What exactly happened?"

Nia sighed,"What else could it be? Old-fashioned racial ideologies."

Jimmy's eyes widened. He had initially thought it was because they had looked into his profile, thinking he was too violent. After all, his resume was simple, but his case list was certainly not. He truly hadn't expected it was because of this?

After a moment of stunned silence, Jimmy shook his head resignedly,"Again, it's about minority issues?"

Nia:"Actually, it's not too bad. Although they object, it's not that severe. I'm still quite free."

Jimmy picked up his coffee,"It's already the 21st century, sigh, these issues are really hard to resolve."

Nia looked up slightly at Jimmy:"Hehe, at least you're not African American. Otherwise, my grandfather might go crazy right now."

Jimmy paused, looking down at Nia:"Your grandfather? No way, is he... a white supremacist? K?"

Nia nodded,"I didn't know before either, only found out a little bit the other day. It was decades ago, since then he's not been so extreme."

Jimmy:"And your father?"

Nia:"Although it's not nice to say, he's also somewhat influenced by my grandfather. But thankfully, I've had some friends before, and he doesn't really show any hostility."

That's different, right? Those friends were probably classmates or something, the nature is somewhat different.

Jimmy:"That's good, that's good. I didn't want any particularly unpleasant incidents happening. I've been wondering what was going on these last few days; I never thought it was this."

Nia:"Don't worry, I can handle them, trust me."

Jimmy kissed Nia on the forehead,"Just make sure not to strain your relationship with your family too much. Things can be resolved slowly; some things can't be rushed."

Jimmy picked up the coffee. Thankfully, it didn't seem too problematic, but how to resolve this issue still needed some thought. Explaining a serial killer was easy; this damn racial issue was really a headache.

In New York, being in the Deep Blue State, racial discrimination didn't put the Chinese at the very bottom, at least not yet; the environment was still much better than ten years later.

Jimmy:"By the way, that Kevin Miller in your department?"

Nia, holding her coffee cup, nodded,"The person you met that morning was him."

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