Jimmy went upstairs after smoking, looked at the time, he directly ordered a takeout, and didn't go downstairs at noon, he was really not in the mood to go out to eat, just mess with it and be done.

However, Jimmy overthought it, and Peter's call came to Jones's phone.

Jones answered the phone, looked it up on the computer and printed it out, then got up and picked up the suit on the back of his chair. "Jimmy, let's go, Peter has arranged for us to monitor."

Jimmy also picked up his suit, followed Jones to the underground parking lot, and drove the surveillance car to set off.

This monitoring car is exclusive to Jones, and the equipment on it is all checked and maintained by Jones, in order to be able to dispatch at any time, Jones has to take some time to check on the car every day.

Now it's time for an emergency, with Jones driving and Jimmy in the passenger seat, heading to the Upper West Side.

All the way to the outside of the hotel, Peter and Diane were already waiting for them on the side of the road, and when they came up through the back door, Peter said, "Jones, bring a blank tape and follow me to the hotel to copy a copy of the video, the man has been found and is still staying in the hotel.

Diane, you and Jimmy are waiting here."

Peter and Jones returned shortly after entering, transcribing the copy to the computer using the computer in the surveillance car, and finally seeing a clear image when it was played.

A white man, beardless, with short blond hair, dressed in a suit and dressed as a businessman.

Jones: "Alan Johnson, a British-American national, graduated in history from the London School of Economics and Political Science, and is a former bank asset appraiser. Currently staying in room 503 of the hotel, alone."

Peter: "The Nissan that Alan was driving has been found in the parking lot, but the license plate has been replaced with a normal license plate, which is also in his name, and so far everything is fine.

Professionally speaking, he does have a certain relationship, and if a large number of artworks need to be sold in the market, there must be someone knowledgeable to deal with them.

Jones, Jimmy, you two are in charge of keeping an eye on who he's in contact with, and seeing if you can find any clues to the missing artwork. If you have the chance, install a bugging device for him."

Jones: "Okay."

Peter: "Diane, let's go back."

Peter and Diane leave the van and drive their car to the parking lot. Jones began to sort out the box, took out the GPS positioning device and bugging from it and began to inspect it for installation in Alan Johnson's car, while Jimmy began to adjust the camera outside the surveillance car, pointed it at the hotel door, and began to record the surveillance in a loop.

Jones sorted out the equipment, left the monitoring car with the box, and returned ten minutes later, sat in front of the monitoring screen, and began his work. Jimmy looked at it for a moment and asked, "Jones, what are you going to eat?" I'm going to buy something to eat and come back, I guess we're going to be staying for a long time."

Jones: "Burgers and coffee, thank you."

Jimmy got out of the car and walked to the side, since he was going to monitor here, he must first familiarize himself with the surrounding environment, and eating and drinking are always indispensable.

When Jimmy came back with a burger and coffee, Jones was still looking at the surveillance screen in front of him with headphones, well, no matter from which point of view, the black boy Jones is a qualified FBI agent, especially for his own duties, Jimmy can't compare to this aspect at all, let him stare at the surveillance screen for hours, it's like going to jail, and he will feel uncomfortable for a long time.

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Jimmy: "Latte, burger."

Jones reached out and took it, "Thank you." You watch for a while, I'll eat something first."

Jimmy: "No problem." Jimmy picked up the headset on the other side and put it on, and the monitor also switched to the surveillance screen, looking at the hotel door.

Jimmy looked at the monitor boringly, holding the boring switch of the revolver in his hand, the bullet in it has been taken out, there is no need to worry about the misfire, he just feels bored, and hopes that there is something in his hand that can be moved, just like students like to spin the pen when they are bored, nothing special.

Jones finished his burger, took two sips of coffee, and went out the back door of the van to stretch and sober up a little.

"Jones, come in." Jimmy shouted Jones, he knew that Jones would definitely not go far, he must be at the back door.

Jones opened the back door and entered, "What's the matter?"

Jimmy: "When did this guy enter the hotel?"

Jimmy points to the surveillance freeze frame, a bald head, Jimmy's acquaintance, Frank Moses.

Jones scrutinized it and said, "No impression, at least not after we started surveillance."

Jimmy took a screenshot of the surveillance and printed it out from the printer next to him.

Jimmy: "You watch the surveillance first, I'll investigate."

Jones: "Go ahead."

Jimmy took the printed image and walked into the hotel and came to the front desk.

Front desk: "Welcome, how can I help you?"

Jimmy took out his FBI credentials from his pocket, "FBI, can you take up a little bit of your time, can you come and talk?"

The front desk looked at Jimmy, then said to the other person next to him, and came out of the side and walked with Jimmy to a remote corner where no one was around.

Jimmy gave the printed image to the front desk, "I need your help to see this person, is he your customer?"

Front desk: "Yes, I have the impression that he has been staying for several days."

Jimmy: "I think you already know we're investigating, my colleague has come over today to investigate the CCTV footage, and now I need your help checking his registered information, please."

Front desk: "Okay, please wait."

The receptionist returned to her place, turned on the computer to look up the information, then printed it out and gave it to Jimmy.

Jimmy: "Thank you. Goodbye."

Jimmy didn't check the data, but went straight back to the surveillance car.

Jones: "Found?"

Jimmy: "Well, I'll take a look first."

Harry Stamper, who checked in 8 days ago, paid for the room with a credit card, the hotel did not provide his driver's license information, now it is equivalent to only a name and a credit card number.

Jones: "What did you find? Does it have anything to do with our goals?"

Jimmy: "Oh, it's okay, it just looks like it's an acquaintance of mine, but by name, it's not someone I know."

Jones: "Let me see." Jones took the information, "It's really simple information, but it's enough to look it up. Do you need me to investigate?"

Jimmy: "Is it convenient? Will it be a violation?"

Jones: "It's just a person, it's fine, but not now, you need to go to the bureau to check, and the computer in the monitoring car doesn't have query permission."

Jimmy: "Well, thank you, I'll invite you back to dinner."

North American Gunslinger Detective.

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