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I didn't know what to say. FBI agents had the right to retaliate when shot at, and gunmen who fired at random people posed a grave threat to society. As a federal law enforcement officer, I had the obligation to deal with such cases as soon as possible. But I hadn't been careful, and just like that, someone had died. Then, I was forced by the FBI Dallas office to take a leave of absence, which also messed up my plans.

Without the chance to call for strong external assistance, Torsten had no choice but to arrange for support from his colleagues in the support division. It wasn't really Jimmy's fault. I hadn't informed him earlier. Had I told him sooner, maybe Jimmy wouldn't have gone out on the street. It was just bad timing.

Jimmy didn't even have a car, and in Dallas, he didn't have familiar places where he could go to hail a cab, so he could only stew in his hotel room and space out.