Dave and Lucy exchanged a few words before Dave picked up the phone to make a call. As part of the FBI management team, Dave was privy to a lot of information. Due to the number of people involved, everyone on site was temporarily detained in Palm Beach, and news control was enforced; the gunshot incident was not broadcast on any TV station.

However, the police and FBI agents from Miami had yet to complete all the questioning procedures, so when Dave called, he didn't gain much useful information.

The police at the door had already reported Dave's awakening, and soon two FBI agents arrived, showing their badges before entering the ward.

Dave: "Lucy, you step out for a moment, let Jimmy come in."

Lucy nodded, patted Dave's hand, got up, and left the ward, "Jimmy, Dave needs you to come in."

Jimmy nodded, opened the door, and entered the ward. The two Miami FBI agents frowned at Jimmy: "Who are you?"

Jimmy showed his badge: "FBI Senior Agent Jimmy Yang, from the Manhattan office."

Dave: "Jimmy is with me, let him listen in."

The agent nodded: "I am David Taylor from the Miami office, and this is Kyle Williams. Hudson, could you please give a detailed description of the scene of the shooting?" He said, taking out a notebook.

Dave: "Last night, my wife and I came to attend Daniel Rivera's charity dinner. He established a children's charity fund, and tonight's fundraising dinner was held at his villa."

Dave glanced at Jimmy, then added: "Don't record the following. Daniel Rivera is Robert Rivera's son, and he owns several commercial entities, including a shipping company and a think tank, being one of the major party donors."

Dave: "You can get the guest list for last night's dinner from Rivera. There weren't many people present, only dozens.

Around eight o'clock, gunshots were heard from the second floor of the villa, followed by gunshots from the direction of the beach.

We were originally in the backyard, and after the gunshots rang, everyone began to scatter and flee. While leading my wife back to the villa to hide, I was shot from behind, hit in my right shoulder, possibly fired from the beach direction.

My wife and I hid in the first-floor bathroom, locked the door, and didn't leave until the police arrived and arranged for us to be sent to the hospital. I'm unclear about what happened after that."

David Taylor: "Mr. Hudson, can you confirm how many shooters there were?"

Dave shook his head: "I can't. Besides the shooters, many people had armed bodyguards around, and they also participated in the counterattack, making it impossible to identify."

David Taylor: "Mr. Hudson, did you shoot back?"

Dave: "No, we came to attend the dinner today and didn't bring any guns."

David Taylor closed the notebook, nodded: "Thank you for cooperating, we still need to question others. Mr. Hudson, please don't leave Palm Beach for now; we may need further evidence confirmation."

Dave nodded: "We are on the same side, don't worry, I understand."

Jimmy watched their conversation, noting its very formal nature, with no pleasantries, akin to regular interrogation, surprisingly without special treatment.

Although Dave was the deputy director of the Manhattan office, anyone in such a position could be transferred to another office anytime. One might expect the local office to be more enthusiastic when someone like him is injured, right?

But this was unrelated to Jimmy. After David and his colleague left the ward, Dave looked at Jimmy, "Any news from your side?"

Jimmy shook his head, "I've never been to Miami. I don't know anyone around here. The police at the door have tight lips, not saying anything about the investigation. If we need information, I might have to go out and scout."

Dave: "Go investigate, find out as much as you can, don't trust their official conclusions."

Jimmy: "There's another issue. I'm still under suspension, with my badge and service weapon left at the Manhattan office, only carrying my personal gun." Jimmy opened his blazer, revealing two revolvers, "After two weeks of suspension, there's still no confirmation on which new department I should go to. Investigating now might lead to some authority problems; if someone comes to Manhattan to investigate, it could be troublesome."

Dave: "Go ahead, I'll take care of your identification."

Jimmy nodded: "Alright." He turned to leave, only to turn back, "Mr. Anderson, what about your safety? No one can guarantee the shooters weren't targeting you."

Dave pondered for a moment: "Wait until daylight to act."

Jimmy nodded: "I'll be at the door; call me if anything comes up."

Dave: "You haven't slept all night either, get some rest, so you can work well tomorrow."

Jimmy smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm young and can handle it. You get a good rest."

After saying that, Jimmy turned and left the ward, still sitting on the folding chair. Solving the case wasn't crucial, gaining favor was his primary objective for coming here, as arranged by Hughes.

Gaining the deputy director's favor, along with higher-ups' care, even if Jimmy were assigned to an idle department, he could still recover, preventing long-term neglect and abandonment.

Jimmy understood Hughes' intent, so he wasn't rushing to solve the case, instead prioritizing Dave's safety to boost his reputation.