Jimmy: "Alright, suit yourselves."

After finishing his drink, Jimmy looked for Woody, got a bag, packed up two boxes of alcohol from the small room, and took them back to his apartment.

The next week at work, Jimmy brought the bag to the office and delivered it to Dave's office in the afternoon, so the boss could have a drink and relax during leisure time.

Dave didn't refuse, but he didn't let Jimmy leave either, "Jimmy, you want to pursue further education at a university?"

Jimmy smiled and said, "Yes, I'm now in the Public Affairs Office with a lot of free time, so I want to take the opportunity to go to college and recharge myself."

Dave: "Do you have a plan?"

Jimmy: "I'm currently checking the agency's policies, and I'm not sure if it's allowed here yet."

Dave: "Tell me your plan."

Jimmy: "It's not concrete yet, you know, I'm a community college graduate, and entering the FBI was a special opportunity back then, so I've always wanted to do something. I'm thinking of finding a school and a program where I can study part-time and try to complete the courses."

Dave: "Hmm, it's good to be ambitious. Alright, you can go back now."

Jimmy: "Okay, goodbye."

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Jimmy was completely unfocused, things weren't going smoothly, and there wasn't much to handle at work, just organizing various public documents and office files, which was quite boring.

After some thought, Jimmy went to Isabel's office, wanting to ask what procedures were needed to initiate an office outreach event.

Kevin gave two challenges, the second one was relatively simpler, it was just a matter of having a pretext to appear in front of certain people, and if it didn't work, organizing a specific type of safety training for college students should be relatively easy.

But Isabel threw cold water on Jimmy, saying that all FBI office outreach projects had to be reported in advance and have a budget arranged. It wasn't impossible to do an ad-hoc event, but it needed a reason and had to go through the processes, including applying for funding. If it was an event prepared by the office, it was easier, but if Jimmy planned to organize it himself, the processes would be a bit complicated.

Although the cold water was disappointing, what Isabel said indicated the thing wasn't unfeasible. As long as Jimmy could provide a reasonable explanation and persuade Mrs. Mason, it could be done. Of course, the reason needed to be solid, and the event couldn't be too ridiculous.

Back in the office, Jimmy considered his tasks; things had priorities. After being strongly urged to stop anything related to fieldwork, it seemed the most important thing was to advance his education and prepare for his wedding next year.

As he was thinking, suddenly Jimmy's phone rang, and he glanced at it, seeing a rather unexpected name, Steven Gomez, an Albuquerque DEA agent. When Jimmy was hunting down a gang, Gomez had helped him find people in Albuquerque.

Jimmy: "Hi Steven, long time no see."

Steven: "Hey Jimmy, long time no see, how have you been?"

Jimmy: "Everything's good, and you?"

Steven: "Same as always. Jimmy, I remember you're with the FBI New York office, right?"

Jimmy: "That's right, I'm at the Manhattan office. What's up?"

Steven sighed over the phone, "Do you remember my partner, Hank Schlader?"

Jimmy: "I remember, the chubby guy, right?"

Steven: "Yeah, he and his wife went on vacation to New York, and something happened over there. Can you go check on him?"

Jimmy: "Oh? What happened?"

Steven: "I'm not sure, he didn't say over the phone."

Jimmy thought for a moment, then said after a few seconds, "I can contact him, but I'm not sure I can settle everything for him."

Steven: "It shouldn't be anything major; he could answer my call, but he sounded off. I have no acquaintances in New York, so I can only ask you to have a look."

Jimmy: "Okay, give me his number, and I'll contact him to see what's going on."

Steven: "Thank you, Jimmy, thank you. You're doing me a huge favor."

Steven Gomez, previously the only contact Tom gave Jimmy when he went to Albuquerque, though Jimmy never got to the bottom of the relationship between Tom and Steven, but from the fact that he could rely on a call to help Jimmy after Tom's "death," this was a person worth associating with, and Jimmy trusted Tom's judgment.

Hank Schlader, although Jimmy had only met him a few times, he had a good impression of this chubby, always smiling DEA senior agent. For Steven to be so concerned about him, he must be more than just an ordinary colleague; their partnership should be long-standing, with a very good relationship between them.

Jimmy looked at the phone number in the text message and directly dialed it. The ring lasted for more than ten seconds before it was picked up on the other side, "Who is this?"

Jimmy: "Hank Schlader? I'm FBI agent Jimmy Yang. We met in Albuquerque."

Hank paused for a few seconds, probably trying to recall who Jimmy was.

Jimmy continued, "Steven Gomez's friend, does that ring a bell?"

Hank: "Oh, I remember now, it's you, the Chinese kid."

Jimmy: "Haha, yes, it's me. I heard you're in New York, how about we meet up? It's been a while."

Hank: "Sorry, Yang, I have some things to handle here, I'll contact you when I'm free."

Jimmy: "I'm right in Manhattan, New York; it's very convenient. Steven gave me your number."

Hank sighed, "Ah, I'm not convenient right now, I'm at the NYPD precinct."

Jimmy: "Which precinct?"

Hank: "Seventh District."

Jimmy: "Okay, we'll talk when we meet."

Since Hank was at a police station and could still receive calls on his phone, it meant he definitely wasn't the one in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have this convenience. Jimmy thought a bit and called Nia to ask where the Seventh District was.

Nia: "Elizabeth Street, why are you asking?"

Jimmy: "A friend said he's at the Seventh District and seems to have some trouble; I'm going over to check."

Nia: "Is he an important friend?"

Jimmy: "A friend's friend, I'm not sure what's going on yet, I'll go see first."

Nia: "Alright, call me if anything comes up. I'm at the precinct today, not out."

Jimmy looked over at Mrs. Mason's office, thought for a moment, then went into Isabel's office to inform her before leaving the office.

Jimmy often went to the NYPD headquarters and the First District, rarely other districts, so just mentioning the Seventh District confused him a bit.

Arriving at the Seventh District, Jimmy showed his badge, then dialed Hank's phone from the lobby, quickly spotting Hank in the waiting room.

Hank was in casual clothes, not looking too good. The previous times they met, he was always smiling, but now there was no sign of a smile. Forcing a slight smile, Hank greeted Jimmy with a handshake, "Jimmy, did Steven contact you?"

Jimmy sat next to Hank and asked, "Yeah, he called me, worried about you. And I happen to be in New York. What happened, Hank?"

Hank looked a bit conflicted but only struggled with his expression for a short while, then slumped his head down in a bit of defeat, "My wife Mary took a necklace from a store."

Jimmy blinked, looking a bit puzzled: "What? How did that happen?"

Hank was a DEA senior agent, living in a hillside villa in Albuquerque, surely not lacking money. How could such a situation occur? It didn't make sense.

Hank: "She's been undergoing psychological treatment, but when we went on vacation this time, she started again."

Jimmy thought for a bit, then hesitantly said: "Wait, could it be... kleptomania?"

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