Dave and Lucy whispered a few words, occasionally glancing at Jimmy. Jimmy sat quietly, leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, resting. Inside the plane were just the three of them as passengers; Dave and his wife's conversation could be ignored, and even if heard, Jimmy pretended not to hear.
Dave's impression of Jimmy was more from various files and bureau rumors—Manhattan's muscle, no agent could match Jimmy's strength. Besides Quantico's HRT, he couldn't think of anyone with such offensive capability. Crucially, Jimmy always had a justified reason, even OPR's multiple investigations found no cause.
When he was shot, the first person he saw was Jimmy, the kind of security feeling that no ordinary person could give him.
