North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 238 Is the case over...

Jimmy returned to the car with Peter's keys, took off his body armor, took back his gun holster and suit and changed into it. The previous preparations were completely useless and wasted effort.

Peter and Jones also came over, "Jimmy, let's go, we have nothing to do today, go back and rest."

Fortunately, everything has been resolved. Peter did not arrange for them to continue to work overtime, but let Jones and Jimmy go home to rest. As for him, he needs to return to Federation Square to cooperate with Diana to process the previous interrogation records of illegal cultural relics transactions.

After a busy day, Jimmy just bought a few tacos in the dining car on the road with Jones, and then went home to rest. When he has a lot of work during the day, he can't sleep and his mind can't stop. It's best to have a drink Well, Jimmy doesn't need to drive during the day anyway, and DUI isn't involved.

The next day, Jimmy was late again, but it wasn't just him. Although he was late, he was still the first to arrive at the office.Peter and the others worked overtime yesterday and came later today.

Diana and Jones were sorting out, taking pictures, and registering information with Peter early in the morning, mainly for the artworks found in the house. These seized artworks were not sent directly to the evidence room, but sent to Peter and the others first. The office organizes and archives here.

These are relatively detailed tasks, and there is nothing wrong with Jimmy. Fortunately, the number of artworks is not particularly large. After two hours of hard work, it is finally done.

Near noon, a man dressed as a cleaner came to Peter's office accompanied by a security guard. Peter took him to the evidence room, and then Peter came back alone.

Peter clapped his hands upstairs, "Everyone, come up."

Jimmy and the others turned their heads to take a look, and went straight upstairs to the meeting room.

Peter: "The people from the cleaning company have just confirmed that the cultural relics we found from Allerton are confirmed to be from the deceased Nathan Byrd. Our case is over, thank you for your hard work."

Jimmy: "Are those three shooters the ones who killed Nathan Byrd?"

Peter: "It has been confirmed. The bullet that killed Nathan Byrd and his dog matched two of their pistols. Ruiz has also confirmed that the case has been closed."

Jimmy: "What about Alan Johnson and the statue buyer?"

Peter: "It's been referred to the federal prosecutors, our job is done."

Peter looked at the others. No one asked any more questions. He continued: "The weekend will be over soon, and the case will not be arranged. Happy weekend, now, dismiss."

Jones and Diana went out, Jimmy followed, and when they left the conference room, he turned back.

Jimmy: "Peter, we still don't know why they killed Nathan Byrd."

Peter lowered his head and cleaned up the documents on the conference table, "That's not what we want to focus on, Jimmy, no one is God."

Jimmy: "OK." Jimmy turned and left the meeting room.

Peter's words have already explained everything, they are not God, they can't handle everything, now they have killed the gunman who killed Nathan and recovered the lost artwork, for them, they have done enough, no one can Ask for more.

Jimmy returned to his place and began to sort out the documents on the desk. The case was over, so there was no need for these. The files related to the case had been filed, and all the documents on his desk were copied by himself.

Suddenly Jimmy found a picture, and then remembered that there was one more thing he forgot.

Jimmy slid a chair and came to Jones, "Hey, Jones, do you still remember the person I went to find the information on the day we monitored? Help me check the information."

Jones was also idle, wiggling his finger at Jimmy, "Bring it."

Jimmy gave him the name and credit card account number printed on him by the front desk of the hotel, and Jones logged into the system with his own account and started to inquire.

Jones: "No matching information, fake name, credit card account number is a small bank, don't even think about it, it's a card issued with fake documents. Damn it, there's no need to chase it down, such fake documents are everywhere, no meaning of investigation."

Jimmy: "Thanks, it's okay, it's just an acquaintance, I'll ask later."

Jimmy slid back to his place, which is interesting, Frank Moses, what the hell are you doing.

Because it was clear that there was no case today, Jimmy slipped out early at noon and took a taxi to Brooklyn. The leather goods store should have Jimmy's holster ready.

When Jimmy came to the leather goods store, there were still no customers in the store. This is unscientific. The craftsmanship of this store is really good. Why are there no customers?
The Mediterranean old man was still doing handwork behind the counter, and said without raising his head when he heard the doorbell ring, "Welcome."

Jimmy: "Hey store manager, I'm here to get my holster."

Mediterranean looked up at Jimmy: "Oh, it's you, it's just in time, and it's ready."

Mediterranean turned around and took out a cardboard box from under the counter, and put it on the counter. "Please."

Jimmy reached for the box and opened it, "Oh."

A raw cowhide underarm holster with a print on the belt, Jimmy couldn't see what the print meant, but it looked very nice.

There is a five-star print on the left holster. There are 6 bullet positions on the shoulder strap on the holster. There is an extra piece of cowhide on the right side. There are 12 bullet positions in the three rows above. There are also 6 rounds on the right shoulder strap. Well, plus the 6 rounds carried in the revolver, a total of 30 rounds is enough.

Jimmy took off his suit, took off his old holster, and put on this new one, pulled it hard, and then adjusted it slightly from side to side, and it fit perfectly.

"Nice, the shop manager's craftsmanship is really good, I like it very much."

Jimmy simply took the bullets from the old holster and put them in the new holster, then threw the old one straight into the scrap bin by the counter and put on his suit.

"It's very comfortable and fits snugly, but it's not tight and doesn't affect your activities. I'm very satisfied. Please give me a business card from the store manager."

Jimmy is really satisfied. The previous holster was actually a standard holster bought casually. Although it did not affect physical activities, it was somewhat tight. Now this one is really comfortable, and of course it is now. .

Jimmy paid the final payment, took a business card of the boss, left the leather goods store, and took a taxi back to the Federation Square office.

Back in the office, he took off his suit and hung it on the back of the chair. Jones found the new holster immediately.

"Jimmy, did you just get a new holster? It's beautiful."

"Well, I made it at a leather goods store in Brooklyn a few days ago, and I just went to get it back." Jimmy pulled out his pistol while talking, took off the holster and handed it to Jones.

"It's very good, it feels really good, it won't be cheap."

"It's okay, I think it's worth the money." Jimmy took it back and put it on, and put the revolver away.

(End of this chapter)