Lambert: "I understand. Contact him directly; I'll give you his number."
Jimmy wrote down the number, thanked Lambert, and then hung up the phone. He dialed Priest Horton, and fortunately, Priest Horton didn't have the bad habit of ignoring unknown numbers; he picked up the call.
Jimmy: "Priest Horton, this is FBI Agent Jimmy Yang. We've met twice in Dallas."
Horton: "Jimmy? The Chinese lad?"
Jimmy: "Yes, that's me. You even gave me a Crusader pendant. I'm currently in the New York office."
Horton: "Hmm, Jimmy, what's the matter?"
Jimmy: "Yes, I have an unusual case that I'd like to consult you about. An inmate died this morning, asphyxiated, with internal organ damage from an impact, but there were no abnormalities on his body. Another inmate in the cell next to him was scared to death around the same time. Our surveillance didn't catch anyone making contact with them."
Worried about being directly rejected, Jimmy rushed through the situation in one breath.
