North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 233 The Acquaintance Saw in Surveillance
Jimmy finished smoking and went upstairs. He checked the time. He ordered a takeaway and didn't go downstairs at noon. He really wasn't in the mood to go out for dinner. He just messed around and it was over.

However, Jimmy thought too much, and Peter's call hit Jones' cell phone.

Jones answered the phone, checked some information on the computer and printed them out, then got up and picked up the suit on the back of the chair. "Jimmy, let's go, Peter arranged for us to monitor."

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

This monitoring vehicle is exclusive to Jones, and the equipment on it is inspected and maintained by Jones. In order to be dispatched at any time, Jones takes time to come to the vehicle for inspection every day.

Now was the time for the scramble, Jones in the car, Jimmy in the passenger seat, heading for 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. Coming up from the back door, Peter said: "Jones, take a blank video tape and follow me to the hotel to copy a video. That person has found Yes, still staying in the hotel.

Diane, you and Jimmy wait here. "

Peter and Jones returned shortly after entering, and used the computer on the monitoring vehicle to transcribe the copy into the computer, and finally saw a clear image when it was played.

Caucasian, beardless, short blond hair, wearing a business suit, dressed like a businessman.

Jones: "Alan Johnson, British and American dual nationality, graduated from the History Department of the London School of Economics and Political Science, a former bank asset appraiser, left last year to start a consulting company, mainly engaged in the valuation of artworks. Currently living in room 503 of the hotel, A person."

Peter: "The Nissan car Alan drove has been found in the parking lot, but the license plate has been replaced with a normal one, and it is also a car under his name. So far, everything is normal.

From a professional point of view, he does have a certain relationship. If the large number of lost works of art need to be sold in the market, it must be handled by knowledgeable people.

Jones, Jimmy, the two of you are in charge of monitoring here, tracking and confirming who he is in contact with, and see if you can find clues about the lost artwork.Bug him if you get the chance. "

Jones: "Okay."

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

Peter and Diane got out of the van, went to the parking lot and drove off in their own cars.Jones began to sort the boxes, took out the GPS positioning device and bugs from inside and began to check them, preparing to install them on Alan Johnson's car, while Jimmy began to adjust the camera outside the surveillance car, pointing to the hotel gate, and began to record the surveillance in a loop.

Jones tidied up the equipment, left the monitoring vehicle with the suitcase, returned ten minutes later, sat in front of the monitoring screen, and started his work.Jimmy looked at it for a while and asked, "Jones, what do you want to eat? I'll go get some food and come back. I guess we'll be staying for a long time."

Jones: "Burgers and coffee, thanks."

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

When Jimmy came back with a hamburger and coffee, Jones was still looking at the monitor screen in front of him with his earphones on. Well, no matter how you look at it, Black Boy Jones is a qualified FBI agent, especially for his duties. Jimmy is completely incomparable in this respect. Letting him stare at the monitor screen for several hours is like going to jail, and he will feel uncomfortable after a long time.

Jimmy: "Latte, burger."

Jones reached out to take it: "Thank you. You will watch it for a while, and I will eat something first."

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

Jimmy looked at the monitor boredly, holding the boring switch cylinder of the revolver in his hand. The bullets inside have been taken out, so there is no need to worry about it going off. It's like turning a pen when I'm bored, nothing special.

Jones finished his hamburger, drank two sips of coffee, and went out from the back door of the van to stretch his body and wake up a little.

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

Jones opened the back door and came in. "What's the matter?"

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

Jimmy pointed to the surveillance still frame, a bald head, Jimmy's acquaintance, Frank Moses.

Jones carefully identified it, and said, "I don't have any impression, at least it didn't come in after our surveillance started."

Jimmy intercepted the images from the surveillance video and printed them out from a nearby printer.

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

Jones: "Go ahead."

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

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

Jimmy took out the FBI ID from his pocket, "FBI, take up a little time of yours, can you come over and have a chat?"

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

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

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

Jimmy: "I think you already know that we are investigating the case. Today, my colleague came to investigate the surveillance video. Now I need your help to check his registration information, please."

Front desk: "OK, please wait a moment."

The receptionist went back to her place, turned on the computer, looked up the information, printed it out, and gave it to Jimmy.

Jimmy: "Thanks. Goodbye."

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

Jones: "Find it?"

Jimmy: "Well, let me 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 his name and a credit card account number.

Jones: "Any discovery? Is it related to our goal?"

Jimmy: "Oh, it doesn't matter, it just looks like an acquaintance of mine, but looking at the name, it's not someone I know."

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

Jimmy: "Is it convenient? Will it violate the rules?"

Jones: "It's just checking one person. There's nothing wrong with it. But it's not working now. You need to go to the bureau to check. The computer in the surveillance car doesn't have permission to check."

Jimmy: "Well, thank you, I will treat you to dinner later."

(End of this chapter)