Now that he had been caught, the man seemed to have lost all spirit; he hung his head and kept silent.

Jimmy: "I'll ask you one more time, who are you? And why did you attack me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jimmy pushed his shoulder. The man lifted his head to glance at Jimmy, then lowered it again and said, "I just wanted to snatch a wallet, that's all."

Upon hearing his words, Jimmy's brain buzzed. What the hell? A robbery late at night?

Just as he was about to speak, Jimmy's phone rang. He looked at the dejected man in front of him, reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and answered: "Go ahead."

"Detective Yang, the signal hasn't reappeared, it's been over 20 minutes."

"Understood, I'll be back soon." Jimmy hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

Jimmy opened the car's back door and pushed the man inside. Now, by the roadside, was not the right environment for questioning.

People nearby, assured by Jimmy's handling of the situation, confirmed it was safe. The crowd that had stood far off started to come back. To New Yorkers, such a scene of capture was not common, but neither was it rare; the NYPD did this often, and they were used to it. Since it was safe, there was no need to hang around watching.

Jimmy got into the car, glanced at the man in the back seat who hung his head low, then started the car to head back. His identity still unknown, Jimmy thought for a moment, didn't go to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, but drove back to the precinct instead.

Seeing Jimmy return late at night with a handcuffed person, the security guard downstairs sent someone to help Jimmy bring the man up to the temporary detention room.

Jimmy unlocked the handcuffs from behind the man and re-fastened them in front, then told him to sit down before going out to pour him a glass of water and pulling out pen and paper to take notes.

Jimmy: "Tell me, who are you? You know where you are, right?"

The man said with his head down, "Oliver Cohen, from Dallas, Texas, discharged from the Marine Corps two years ago, unemployed."

Jimmy: "Why did you attack me?"

Cohen: "It was just a botched robbery; I'm out of money."

Jimmy: "You gave that reason already, but I don't believe it."

Cohen lifted his head to look at Jimmy: "Think what you want, I've lost."

Jimmy: "Your name, birthday, social security number."

After Cohen provided the information, Jimmy got up and left the temporary detention room, went back to his office to check the system first for reliability.

Who would have thought, the identity he claimed was actually true. Oliver had indeed been discharged two years ago, but the information here wasn't as detailed as that from the military. If they really wanted to confirm his identity, they'd probably need to go through some formalities.

The system didn't have his employment records. It seemed, just as he said, unemployed—so robbery wasn't an incomprehensible issue. In America, such situations weren't so uncommon.

Why was it always him getting robbed? He had previously been threatened with a knife in a robbery, and now this. Did Chinese always have a face asking to be mocked?

Jimmy returned to the detention room, "Cohen, where do you live? How do you make a living? Talk."

The situation was as Jimmy suspected from the data; after leaving service, Cohen hadn't found a job he liked and didn't want to go back home to be an ordinary cowboy, so he came to New York alone. After repeatedly hitting dead ends, he had unluckily become one of the homeless.

As a homeless person, there were a lot of things that weren't easy to discuss. Jimmy was familiar with the homeless; theft and robbery weren't uncommon for them, and it wasn't ruled out that some had homicides on their hands.

However, Cohen's record was clean, at least for now, the system did not show any warrants for his arrest. That meant, even if he had done those things, he hadn't been caught yet.

Jimmy: "You're only 32, why did you leave service?"

Cohen looked up at Jimmy, "I refuse to answer that."

Jimmy: "Which unit were you with in the Marine Corps?"

Cohen: "Stop asking, I won't talk about my military service."

Jimmy: "You should know I can look it up, I just want to make things easier. Going through the process is a hassle."

Cohen: "I refuse to answer."

Jimmy: "Fine, you stay here then. It's too late to send you to jail now, we'll talk tomorrow."

After speaking, Jimmy stood up, put away his pen and paper, and left the detention room. The detention room was locked from the outside and couldn't be opened from within, so there was no worry he'd run away.

After learning his personal information and considering the clean background and attempted robbery, although annoyed, Jimmy had no intention of throwing him in jail just to write a report, submit a case, and go through court procedures, which would be too bothersome.

Jimmy found the duty officers, greeted them, and let them know to release Cohen from the detention room before their shift ended the next day. Locking him up for the night would serve as a small consolation for Jimmy. He didn't want to make a big fuss over such a small matter, encumbering himself any further.

The officers understood Jimmy's request and reason for releasing Cohen. Nevertheless, they couldn't help but laugh for a while after hearing about Jimmy being robbed in the middle of the night.

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