Torsten shook his head and sighed, "You're really something, handling it so quickly. What about your target?"
Jimmy: "He's not here, Bob can't even get in touch with the people above him. His superior is in Houston, Mo Davis."
Torsten, thoughtfully, "That name sounds familiar, I must have heard it before. I'll check it out when I get back."
Jimmy: "How are you going to handle this side?"
Torsten: "Bob can't deal with it, no evidence, alas, such a good opportunity wasted."
Jimmy: "Then raid one of his warehouses. Just say it was a tip from an informant, and don't mention me, the method I used this time wasn't great."
Torsten: "I guessed as much, all right, raiding a warehouse will still hurt them."
Jimmy looked around, there was no one nearby, he spoke softly about the location of the warehouse, but he did not give Torsten the keys or the code to the safe. As for how Torsten would get a search warrant to raid the warehouse, it was none of Jimmy's concern anymore.
