112 Farm

On the way back, Jimmy's phone rang, and he pulled out his cell to glance at it, it was a call from Tom, Jimmy answered and switched to speakerphone, placing it on the center console.

"Hey, Tom, still not resting this late?"

"Go to the lakeside where we met last time." Tom said, and then he hung up the phone straight away.

Jimmy curled his lips, Tom's style was getting more and more bizarre, last time he had phoned to pick someone up from his home, this time he just notified the meeting spot directly.

It was on the way back to the police station, so Jimmy took a turn for the lakeside where they'd talked the last time, not far from the apartment Jimmy was renting, he was quite familiar with the route.

Jimmy arrived early and parked his car a bit further away, then stood by the lake, spacing out.