Jimmy left the shooting range and returned to the motel; he needed to search online for Jerry Mikulek. However, the wealth of online information in this era wasn't as abundant as in later times, and Jimmy didn't manage to find Jerry Mikulek's address or contact information.
He also didn't plan to go back to the police station to search because the police couldn't access national identity informationn—the quickest way now was to ask Torsten for help, since their system was connected to the national system. But accessing information in such a way was against the rules.
Glancing at the time, Jimmy saw it was almost noon. He stepped out for lunch and then arranged to meet with Torsten in the afternoon to say goodbye.
In the afternoon, before heading out, Jimmy picked up a few desserts and doughnuts from a street-side sweet shop and, with several boxes in hand, entered the DEA. Since he had an appointment, Jimmy went upstairs to find Torsten after passing through security with his identity confirmed.
Jimmy: "Tory, afternoon tea." Jimmy placed the desserts on the table beside Torsten.
Torsten: "Thanks, are you heading back tomorrow?"
Jimmy: "Yes, this wasn't a long vacation, just an exchange approved by your DEA. Oh, there's something else I wanted to ask for your help with."
Jimmy looked around; the nearby desks were empty, and no one else was paying attention to them.
Jimmy: "I heard something at the shooting range last time. There's a guy named Jerry Mikulek who set the world record for revolver speed shooting last year, 12 shots with 2 revolvers in 2.99 seconds. You know I use revolvers, and I'd like to seek him out for advice, but I don't know where he is.
The internet is just full of news congratulating him, and I can't find him. Could you help me out?" Jimmy gestured toward Torsten's computer.
Torsten: "I can't look that up here; this computer isn't connected to the national database." Torsten thought for a moment. "Write down the name and wait here for me."
Torsten picked an unopened box from among the sweets and walked out with the name Jimmy had written.
Twenty minutes later, Torsten came back, the sweets gone, replaced now with a small piece of paper.
Torsten: "You're in luck; he's currently in Fort Worth. Here's the address."
Torsten handed the slip of paper to Jimmy, then sat down to continue eating doughnuts.
"Fort Worth, that's close. I might as well go today then." Jimmy looked at the address on the note.
Jimmy: "Tory, I'm going back now, there's no need for you to see me off tomorrow. I'll just take a cab to the airport. I'll use the time I have left today to look for him."
Jimmy left the DEA and hailed a taxi directly to Fort Worth. With plenty of time to spare and the round trip being just over 30 miles, it wouldn't take much time, especially now that he had Jerry Mikulek's address. It would be troubling if he moved away the next time Jimmy came.
Using the map, he found Jerry Mikulek's residence—it was an ordinary house. Jimmy had thought Jerry would live on a farm or something, but he wasn't a local, so maybe he was just in the area for a competition.
He had discovered online that Jerry participated in many domestic competitions in the United States, so a celebrity in a particular field shouldn't be too hard to approach.
Jimmy walked up and knocked, "Is Mr. Mikulek here?" A man's voice came from inside, "Just a moment, please."
A man opened the door, looked at Jimmy, and said, "Jimmy? What are you doing here? Come in!"
This greeting confused Jimmy, but Jerry Mikulek welcomed him inside, and Jimmy, still puzzled, stepped into the house.
Standing in the living room, Jimmy faced Jerry Mikulek. "Mr. Mikulek, do you know me?"
Jerry: "Of course, although it's been two years since we last met, you haven't changed much, just put on a bit of weight."
Two years, Jimmy had been in this time for one year since arriving in September 1999.
Jimmy: "I don't remember, where did we meet? Could you tell me more about it?"
Jerry: "Let me confirm, what's your name? Where are you from?"
Jimmy: "Jimmy Yang, from San Francisco, California, currently in Little Rock, Arkansas."
Jerry: "You had a bracelet you always wore, what was inscribed on it?"
Jimmy: "liansheng."
Jerry: "OK, it's definitely you, I haven't mistaken the person. Let's sit down and talk."
Jimmy sat on the sofa while Jerry fetched two cans of Coke from the fridge, not bothering to ask what Jimmy wanted, and handed one over.
Jimmy opened it and took a sip, then asked, "Can you tell me where you saw me? In detail, please."
Jerry: "Two years ago, I visited Mr. Roland in Hamilton to seek advice. He was recommended to me because he's very good with revolvers. And you were there; you were his student. I stayed there for half a month, and you were there too, don't you remember?"
Jimmy: "Yes, I had an accident before, and can't remember anything. Could you tell me where to find Mr. Roland?"
Jerry: "Sure, I can. If you can wait a few days, I'm finishing up a competition and could go with you. I haven't seen Mr. Roland for over two years either."
Jimmy: "Sorry, I might not have that much time right now, just give me the address please."
Jerry got up, took a map book from the side, flipped to the Texas map, found Hamilton, and then a lake in the western woods, showing it to Jimmy.
Jerry: "He's in a cabin by this lake here."
Jimmy looked carefully at the map, noting the distance from Hamilton City.
Jimmy: "Oh, I forgot to mention, I really came to ask for your advice on fast reloading and shooting techniques. Would you mind teaching me a bit?"
Jerry: "Oh, Jimmy, you should seek out your teacher, Mr. Roland, for that. He's the professional. If it weren't for his desire to stay out of the limelight, how could I ever become famous?"
Jimmy: "All right, I understand. Well then, Jerry, thanks for giving me Mr. Roland's address. Goodbye."
After bidding Jerry farewell, Jimmy left the house. He didn't call for a ride immediately but walked along the road for quite a stretch.
This unexpected encounter provided him with some news about his past self, a welcome surprise. He had originally only sought shooting and reloading techniques, but now he had a new name, Roland.
Jimmy had asked for a week's leave from Chief James, and with only three days gone, he had sufficient time. He returned to Dallas and rented a car directly through the motel, heading straight to Hamilton with his belongings overnight. Although flying was a faster option, there might not be a flight to Hamilton today.
Dallas wasn't far from Hamilton; after about three hours, Jimmy arrived. He checked into a motel, planning to go there early the next morning since he had matters to attend to, foregoing any plans for leisure.