Having shown his face in Ray's office, Jimmy left again, driving a car provided by their Dallas office. His own second-hand car had been disposed of, which wasn't a big issue since he had used a false identity when he bought it.

The disposal of the car followed the usual practice; in both the north and south, it was common for abandoned cars to mysteriously disappear from the roadside, only to be dismantled for parts or resold with a new identity.

Now Jimmy was in a bit of trouble. On his way back, he was already considering how to conduct his investigation, but this was in Washington D.C., not New York, and he didn't know anyone there who could help with data searches. Also, he couldn't afford to stay there for long.

With no other option, Jimmy had to reach out to his contacts at the Intercontinental Hotel in Winston, associated with an assassin group. Despite being based in New York, they should have sufficient intelligence resources to help Jimmy gather some information.

However, Jimmy had always tried to avoid excessive interaction with them. He had some connections with people in Winston's circle, even borrowed guns through Winston's influence, but Winston had never mentioned his conditions. If Jimmy only approached Winston, their relationship would undergo significant change, and it would be difficult to repay the debt of gratitude later.

Jimmy talked it over with Justin too. Although he owed fourteen gold coins, Justin wasn't pressing him to repay the debt immediately. That was also a favor, and it was unclear when he could repay it.

Jimmy wasn't short of cash, but Justin wouldn't let him buy gold coins with cash, so Jimmy had to think of other ways to earn gold coins. Being in debt was not in his nature.

Returning to Jeff's house, he saw that the monitoring team had been withdrawn. The FBI didn't have enough personnel to waste on long-term surveillance here, but the police tape was still intact, showing that no one had entered the house through the main gate.

Ray had already contacted the local police department, and they would assist in determining which gang Jeff belonged to, and who were his superiors and subordinates, although no news had come in yet.

The police didn't know everything; they might be aware of a few gangs within this area, but they couldn't possibly know who each thug was affiliated with. Investigating these matters took time.

In the afternoon, while Jimmy was idling at a coffee shop, he suddenly received a call from Ray, "Jimmy, head to Fort Worth immediately. Jeff's pickup has been stopped by the police and he is now fleeing."

Jimmy: "Understood, what's the exact location? I'm not familiar with this area."

Ray: "How long will it take you to get back?"

Jimmy: "Ten minutes."

Ray: "OK, see you downstairs."

Jimmy downed a big gulp of coffee and immediately headed out to drive to the office. When he arrived, Ray's car was already on the move. The hidden police lights were on, although the siren was silent. Jimmy honked his horn, prompting Ray to start moving, and Jimmy followed him west towards Fort Worth.

Once on the road, Ray activated the siren. The combination of hidden lights and siren saved them a lot of time on the road. Apart from slowing down at intersections, they managed to quickly pass through as other vehicles made way for them.

Jimmy followed closely behind Ray, definitely speeding. But the car was from the Dallas office, and they would naturally handle any resulting tickets.

Jimmy had no radio in his car, and now wasn't the time to save on phone bills. He spoke to Ray to learn that Jeff had entered Fort Worth from the west due to reckless driving and had been reported by someone. When approached by the police to stop, he instead accelerated to escape.

The FBI had circulated Jeff's license plate number, and the Fort Worth dispatch center had also been informed, hence they notified Ray as well.

Fort Worth is just 30 kilometers west of Dallas, so it didn't take long for Ray and Jimmy to reach the downtown area of Fort Worth. However, Ray was not very familiar with the streets of Fort Worth. Even though his car radio was tuned to the dispatch channel, he still needed guidance on the exact location of the ongoing car chase.

Ray: "Jimmy, Jeff's pickup has left Fort Worth and is now heading south on Highway 174."

Jimmy: "Received, lead the way then, I don't have a map here either."

Car chases are always tricky. Experienced State Police often resolve such situations quickly, but it is more challenging for county and city police, especially with various state restrictions that hinder rapid resolution.

Jimmy had previously participated in PIT maneuvers while serving with the county police in Arkansas, where regulations for PIT maneuvers are relatively lax. These didn't restrict speed, allowing police to strike decisively if they assessed that the current situation posed a significant public safety risk.

Most police officers aren't trained in PIT, leading to State Police typically managing these situations. But Jimmy was an exception, as Noah, who trained him, had undergone PIT training and his appointment was overseen by James, who conducted the training unofficially and without informing Jimmy.

After Jimmy carried out a few successful PIT maneuvers and a brief training, he gradually understood the process and actually enjoyed the adrenaline rush of high-speed PITs.

Now, an hour had passed since the call, and Jimmy and his team had yet arrived in Fort Worth without spotting Jeff's pickup, indicating that the local police were less willing to take decisive actions compared to Arkansas.

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