Jimmy was feeling a bit on edge, his cash wasn't enough to buy a decent car anymore because he hadn't prepared in advance. His bank cards were under his real identity, which could cause problems if he tried to withdraw money.

Counting the cash he had on him, Jimmy didn't plan to go for the cheapest car or resort to stealing a car by the roadside, so he decided to take a cab to the bus station to find a Greyhound bus.

Jimmy swayed as he returned to DC, carefully observing around Tom's safe house before making sure there was nothing unusual and going upstairs to open the door. Visiting this safe house repeatedly, it was likely already being watched. He stood out too much as an Asian.

He took out a box and retrieved a stack of cash, then put it back inside before leaving DC to buy a junk car in a small town in Maryland and then returned. DC is quite unique; while the population isn't large, it has a high concentration of government institutions, making car purchase in the area slightly risky. It's safer and more convenient to buy outside this district.

Rick was gone by now. Jimmy waited until night, quietly went to Rick's house, and shot the front door camera before using the key to open the door and enter.

Rick lived alone, his family was definitely somewhere else. Jimmy pulled on a pair of gloves, drew the curtains, and then, by flashlight, rummaged through the study. In the end, he found nothing.

Jimmy oversimplified things; Rick didn't have the habit of bringing work materials home or perhaps even when working from home, he used a computer. After discovering that the computer required a password, Jimmy gave up.

In Rick's room, Jimmy only found a safe and a gun cabinet. There was no need to take the guns since he didn't know if they were registered, making them dangerous to use. As for the safe, he forgot to ask for the combination, even with the key, there was nothing he could do.

Finally, Jimmy had to give up, cleaned the traces and left Rick's house before driving to the address Rick had provided for Nick Sullivan. Without a photo of Sullivan, Jimmy only tried to confirm the position and hoped to see Sullivan. Unfortunately, the address was an apartment complex with strict security and inspections. Jimmy left directly without going upstairs.

Christian Greg, Jimmy's ultimate target. Given Nick Sullivan was Greg's man, tracking him through Greg would be easier. If he could take them down together, that'd be best.

Forest Hills, a luxury community in northwest Washington DC, enveloped by trees and parks, boasting great natural scenery at a hefty price.

Jimmy drove his second-hand car through the community, noted numerous security and police patrol cars, and realized this wasn't the place for any actions. He didn't stop and just passed by on the outer roads.

A car like his, with his attire, couldn't go unnoticed here. This was one of the top-rated communities in Washington DC; with wealth comes adequate security forces. Jimmy circled it and ultimately had to abandon his plans.

Seeing that personally taking down Greg was highly difficult, Jimmy didn't waste time near Greg's home. He wasn't an assassin or agent. Any exposure would severely impact his FBI identity, potentially leading to a wanted status.

At a gas station, after considering, Jimmy decided to temporarily abandon his plans. He'd return to investigate Nick Sullivan further to find other leads on Greg. Greg, publicly a DHS consultant, isn't likely to always be at home, would eventually go out, and Jimmy couldn't linger in Washington DC forever. Leading a double life meant losing some autonomy.

Checking the time, Jimmy drove back to New York, returning to New York City late at night. In Harlem, he abandoned the car, called a cab from another location, and went home.

He'd already told Nia he'd be out for a few days. Nia occasionally stayed in his apartment, but mostly she returned home. Entering his apartment, Jimmy immediately went to the study, checked the FBI phone, and found two missed calls.

Both numbers weren't saved in his contacts, and Jimmy frowned. This phone wasn't usually given out as it was an FBI work phone. Calls were likely official business.

Not knowing who the numbers belonged to, Jimmy didn't call back. He set the phone down, went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and took a relaxing bath.

Among the information from Tom, there was only one address and photo for Greg. Jimmy gave up as he had no other choice.

If he wasn't worried about his FBI identity, he could have greased some palms, driven a better car, spent more time circling Greg's house under the guise of buying a property, and gathered detailed information on the surrounding environment and security patrol patterns. A suitable opportunity would arise sooner or later.

However, he couldn't remain there for long as prolonged unavailability could cause issues. But he also couldn't carry the FBI phone everywhere, as that would leave more traces. Moreover, FBI data, strictly speaking, wasn't highly secure; many channels could access data.

The next day, Jimmy woke up in the morning, called Nia, and sent a message to Caitlin. Caitlin did owe him a favor, and for this investigation, he couldn't use FBI personnel; he had to rely on CIA contacts.

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