Ray and Jimmy reached his car, and Ray said, "Lambert told me you caught someone, and I was quite surprised, as this case hasn't been touched for a while. You're really lucky." As he spoke, Ray opened the car door, and fetched another folder from inside, "This is what he wanted me to give you, seems like he didn't want you running around back and forth."

Jimmy took a glance at it, then looked at Ray, "How about you? Are you guys busy right now?"

Ray said, "Just the usual, no difference. Alright, don't worry, just focus on your case."

Although Ray didn't know why Lambert had transferred Jimmy, he understood that if Lambert hadn't mentioned it, it wasn't his place to know. So, he didn't inquire why Jimmy had come, why he was in Houston. In any case, staying away from potentially sensitive matters was better for everyone.

Jimmy nodded. It was clear this time that Ray did not want to chat much. It wasn't that he was unfriendly, but rather he knew Jimmy must have had something going on he couldn't talk about. Speaking too much could lead to slip-ups, so the best approach was to say as little as possible. He shook hands with Ray, bid farewell, and walked towards his battered car.

After leaving the police station, Jimmy drove to the suburbs, abandoned his car using the same routine, and then once again employed his "superpower" to acquire another vehicle. Geez, thankfully he had collected enough cash this time; otherwise just switching cars multiple times would have depressed him.

Coming here for revenge, first spending a bit of money—it seemed only Jimmy would pull off something like this. But he had planned beforehand. His original idea was to comply with regulations upon reaching Dallas, so he carried his credentials and licensed gun with him.

In the United States, if Jimmy wanted, getting his hands on some unregistered guns for the job was quite easy, so there was absolutely no need to bring his own. In fact, apart from the first time when he threatened that unfortunate Sara with his own gun, he used others' guns at other times.

The key was that these other guns could be disposed of anytime. As long as he wore disposable gloves to ensure no biological traces remained, he could discard them anywhere.

As for the car, he initially thought the Dallas office would provide him with a designated vehicle, but now this method of handling it was slightly better, leaving no traces at all. The only thing he couldn't explain was how he got from Dallas to Houston and moved around Houston. But as long as no one specifically searched for trouble, it wouldn't be a big issue.

Jimmy drove to Upper City in Houston and confirmed the residence of Morry Davies. However, the house was currently empty, so he could only wait and surveil nearby.

Aimless surveillance was the most annoying; Jimmy also took out the folder Ray had given him to continue browsing. Lambert had given him another case, only this time, there were no suspects, and Jimmy had to handle it on his own.

After checking it out, Jimmy immediately gave up on the case. It was too old, had no surveillance, no leads, merely a sketch provided by so-called eyewitnesses. This kind of case was no longer necessary to investigate. Clearly, Lambert gave him such cases because he didn't want Jimmy to stir up more trouble; there was no need to cling to it.

Jimmy had been waiting till evening, and he hadn't seen anyone enter the house. He then gave up on this stakeout. Whether the Morry Davies registered in the system was really the same as Mo Davis was still questionable. As of now, it was certain that no one had returned here.

Jimmy drove off, returned to the motel to rest, and planned to continue monitoring the nightclub tomorrow. The nightclub's boss had already been dealt with by Jimmy, and he had called someone else to handle the aftermath. There definitely would be some changes in the management. Perhaps Mo Davis, as the boss here, would show up to reassure the team or to support his successor.

Jimmy's guess was indeed right. After just one day, a Mercedes car parked in front of the nightclub. Two men got out of the car: one bald, middle-aged man who looked like he worked out regularly, not very fat, and another man holding a black briefcase, looking more like a financial officer or a lawyer.

The men entered the nightclub and the Mercedes moved from the main entrance to the parking lot. Jimmy didn't see the driver exit; he was probably still inside the car waiting.

It was nearly noon, and the nightclub wasn't open yet. Coming here at this time solidified that the bald man was indeed Mo Davis.

Jimmy left his stakeout spot on the rooftop, got into his car, and waited. If it were someone else, seeing Mo Davis enter the nightclub might have already moved in, but not Jimmy. This was Midtown, in the city center. Jimmy didn't want to cause a scene here as it was prone to mishaps and might involve innocents.

He waited another hour until the Mercedes car finally drove out of the parking lot, picked up the two men, and left. Jimmy drove far behind them, skilled in tailing; he was not worried about losing them. After all, this was the city center, and traffic was quite busy.

Watching them drive to a restaurant, Jimmy was annoyed. While they went inside to eat, he could only nibble on a hamburger outside.

Tailing them all day, the Mercedes eventually headed north towards Houston. Jimmy perked up. According to normal human patterns, at this time, they were probably going to rest. This must be them heading home.

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