Jimmy had already inspected the surrounding environment, and it was pretty good, living up to its reputation as an FBI internal security house. The apartment featured an internal fire escape and there was an externally accessible fire escape that had been recently refurbished as a backup route; the alley behind was wide enough for a car, which would allow for a quick getaway in an emergency situation.

Nearby were a café and a restaurant, making it convenient whether dining out or ordering takeout. The apartment building's residents all seemed normal, at least during the time Jimmy observed from the café across the street—he hadn't spotted anyone who looked like a gang member. The inhabitants mainly consisted of people working office jobs and stay-at-home wives, with not many children or elderly.

In such an environment, if Razor were to be exposed again, there wouldn't be much to say; it would be straightforward to investigate those who had access to information about the safe house.

Jimmy had dealt with witness protection cases before, but this one was the most troublesome yet, as it might lead to the cleaning of house within the FBI itself. In previous collaborations with the Court Police, even if there was an exposure, the investigation would revolve around their own institution, which did not affect the FBI much. But this time, the investigation might turn inward, stirring completely different emotions.

Jimmy loitered outside until evening, then went upstairs with takeout pizza and coffee in hand, knocking on Razor's apartment door, "It looks like for the next couple of days, all you'll be having is pizza and burgers."

Razor didn't seem to mind: "It's pretty good, as long as I can get through this alive. I could eat bread every day if I had to."

Jimmy: "You know the rules, right? At night, sleep on the floor next to your bed, away from the windows, so no one can see you from outside."

Razor: "What kind of rule is that?"

Jimmy: "For your own safety, pretend there's a sniper outside. Stay away from windows, draw the curtains on all of them, and make sure the vital parts of your body are protected by the walls at all times. If you don't want to sleep beside the bed, then sleep under the window, but make sure your head doesn't rise above the windowsill when you get up."

Holding a slice of pizza to his mouth, Razor found it hard to swallow. "Is it that serious?"

Jimmy: "Don't worry about it too much. On the bed, use blankets and clothes to simulate a person sleeping to create a decoy. Then do as I said, sleep on the floor, and when you get up, keep away from the windows."

Razor bit into his pizza furiously, looking like he was swearing internally, but Jimmy was certain he wasn't cursing at him.

Jimmy: "I'll sleep behind the couch tonight. Don't answer the door if there is a knock, don't turn on the lights, and you better start getting used to the dark environment right now."

With the pizza still in his mouth, Razor mumbled, "I get it. Anything else?"

Jimmy: "Nothing much. Just watch out for your own safety and don't worry about me; I'll be just fine."

Razor nodded, quickly finished two slices of pizza, grabbed his coffee, and headed toward the bedroom. At the door, he turned to thank Jimmy, then closed the bedroom door behind him.

Jimmy turned off the lights, dismantled the sofa cushion, and laid it behind the couch—a good spot, as it was out of shooting range and hidden from immediate view if the door was opened. Everything was set up to deal with a potential night attack.

But Jimmy had miscalculated. The anticipated ambush never came. Instead, around 2 a.m., his phone vibrated. He answered the call and heard Ruiz's voice: "Jimmy, the previous apartment was attacked, but they didn't find Razor. They've left. There was no shooting; they likely used a master key to open the door. The surveillance team I left behind got their vehicle on video, and we're tailing them now."

Jimmy: "Got it. Start the investigation as quickly as you can. I've got Razor covered, no need to worry here."

Ruiz: "Yeah, be careful. If necessary..."

Jimmy: "I know. Don't worry about it."

Jimmy hung up, knowing he could sleep peacefully now. Since they'd hit the old apartment, the current one was definitely safe for the night. There was no way they could get inside information about the safe house this fast, especially since it was 2 a.m.—the earliest they could possibly find out would be sometime the next day.

Lying down, Jimmy suddenly realized something was off. They'd only caught two people during the day—whose men were they? He picked up his phone and redialed Ruiz.

Ruiz: "Something happened, Jimmy?"

Jimmy: "No, just remembered. What happened with the two guys from today?"

Ruiz: "They're from Trinidad, probably sent to verify the location, so they came out during the day. But they haven't returned, and tonight someone else came. My guess is, they're not from the same group. My people are still following, we'll see who they are."

Jimmy: "Okay, I'll wait for your update. Oh, and wait until tomorrow to update me, I'm going to get some sleep."

Ruiz: "Sure, good night."

It seemed likely that the second group was Azte's men. After verifying the location, both Trinidad and Azte had sent people—only the former came as thugs in the daytime, while the latter, the real gangsters, had come at night.

This was just Jimmy's speculation, but at least he could have a good sleep for tonight.

The next day, after waking up and not seeing Razor, Jimmy checked the surrounding rooms, put the sofa cushion back into place, and then opened Razor's bedroom door, "Razor, how are you doing?"

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