Not a lot of action in today's chapter. Kind of like the real world in which we all live, and which good fiction is supposed to emulate. One's life usually has occasional peaks and valleys, both sometimes pretty stark, but the much larger areas in between are the plateau of day-to-day living. Just as well, really. If your actual life followed, say, the script of a Shakespearean play, how long could you actually endure the unending drama? How long before you went off the rails into the madness that besets so many of the bard's characters (think of Ophelia, Hamlet himself, Lord and Lady Macbeth, and so forth)?
So today's a little slow. Not so much so as to discourage readers, I hope. But it's a step down in intensity to the two preceding ones.
By the way, the response of local law enforcement authorities to Jason isn't really that surprising. Cops are trained to distrust what people tell them, and to look aggressively for violations. It's the nature of their line of work. You don't have to like it, but I think it's understandable why this is so.