After work, Jimmy finally waited until Nia had her day off, and he picked her up from the police station in his new car, driving straight to the restaurant he had booked in advance.

As for Nia's car, it was safely parked in the police station parking lot; security wasn't an issue. Jimmy's Mercury was still miserably unsorted, but the good news was that the engine had been rechecked and cleaned without any internal damage, so it was just a matter of paying the inspection fee and labor costs. The problem was with his front engine hood and left fender.

Because Jimmy insisted on factory parts, he surprisingly couldn't find them in stock at his familiar suppliers and had to contact someone to arrange a delivery. This was illogical since Mercury had only been out of production for a few years and it was a domestic, not imported, brand; theoretically, there should be plenty of spare parts. Luckily, Jimmy had a new car now and wasn't in a rush to drive the Mercury, so it stayed at the garage for a few more days.

The intricacies of a French dinner have been mentioned before, and although they were seated at the restaurant after 7 p.m., it was after 9 p.m. by the time they left. Thankfully, the renowned French restaurant's food was quite good and justified the hefty amount of money he spent.

After dinner, the two of them watched a movie together before returning to Jimmy's apartment. It was rare for both of them to have time off, so they stayed out late that night.

In the wee hours, Nia's phone rang. Jimmy casually grabbed it from the bedside table, glanced at it, and woke Nia to hand it to her, "Nia, it's Chuck calling."

Nia was still groggy, but after taking the call, she instantly perked up. Hanging up, she simultaneously reached for her clothes and said, "I have to rush to the forensic office, the morgue there was just burglarized, one security guard was subdued, another shot, a body has gone missing."

Jimmy also grabbed his clothes, ready to drive Nia over; she didn't have her car with her, and it would be safer for him to take her. With Black Rainbow, Jimmy had become much more resilient; all-nighters were no problem for him.

It was odd to Jimmy who, while driving to the forensic office, chatted with Nia; a theft involving stealing a body was definitely no small matter.

Jimmy accompanied Nia into the forensic office, where several NYPD cars were already parked outside, including a few unmarked ones without flashing lights.

They found Chuck standing at the morgue entrance, observing the inside, as the evidence technicians had also been called out of bed to examine the scene. "Chuck, what happened?"

Chuck looked tired, "Three guys came in through the back door, tied up the front security guard with zip ties, then came into the morgue and took a body before leaving. When they were leaving, another patrol guard spotted them and got shot. They escaped through the back door.

They all appeared to be men, wearing masks and gloves, completely covered, with tactical boots on their feet. The camera captured them tying up the security guard, but they had destroyed the back door surveillance in advance. I have already ordered someone to contact the control center to retrieve the street surveillance footage. There aren't many vehicles and people on the streets in the early morning, so there should be some clues."

Nia: "Whose body went missing?"

Chuck: "The kidnapper from yesterday's campus abduction. The Brooklyn morgue ran out of space, so the body was transferred to us here. After the incident, they asked me to come over."

Jimmy was speechless. Nia had the day off tomorrow; if she hadn't, she would have been on duty at the police station tonight with Chuck. It was such a coincidence; they caught up with everything going on.

Jimmy: "The kidnapper from yesterday? Haven't you confirmed his identity?"

Chuck: "No record of the fingerprints. We were planning to wait for the forensic doctor to do the analysis, maybe check dental records, but now there's nothing to check."

Something was off. During the daytime whilst holding the students hostage, Jimmy felt there was something not quite right about the kidnapper. He wouldn't talk to the negotiators, clearly knowing he couldn't escape yet not surrendering or making any demands. He ended up being shot dead by the ESU.

The case should have been closed by then, with the police investigating the identity and hosting a press conference. Suddenly, three individuals emerge, armed, stealing back the body—it was definitely a significant case. There must be something major about them.

Jimmy: "Chuck, give me a copy of the fingerprints you recorded. I'll look into it when I get back to the office in the morning. Don't worry, it's your case; I won't interfere."

Chuck nodded, "Thanks, I'll have someone bring it to your desk in the morning."

Jimmy: "Alright, there's nothing else here. We're heading back."

Chuck grabbed Jimmy's arm, "You can go, but Nia stays with me. It's going to be a very busy day. Nia, your day off is canceled for now, I'll compensate you later."

Jimmy looked at Chuck, frustrated but with no other option—this unfortunate case had to come up at such a time.

Jimmy kissed Nia and left the morgue alone, driving home to rest.

In the morning, Jimmy arrived at the FBI office where a NYPD patrol officer was already waiting for him at the front desk with a file of fingerprints in hand. Jimmy took the file to the evidence department; since it wasn't his case, he still had to rely on his connections to queue-jump.

Having received the fingerprint match results, Jimmy started investigating the information at his desk. As expected, it was a big deal. He took out his phone and dialed Chuck's number.

Jimmy: "Chuck, get a pen and write this down."

There was a rustling on the other end, "Go ahead."

Jimmy: "John Dick, from Phoenix, Arizona. He joined the Navy after high school, served in Iraq, and was discharged last year. Since then no further records, no criminal history, which is why the criminal fingerprint database doesn't have his record. His immediate family includes only his mother, who still lives in Phoenix and works at a library. His father died when he was young."

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