“Little brother very much want to come back to Curaçao. Want to see family.”
“Too bad, Crunch,” Biff sympathized. “I can imagine how he feels. Does he write? How do you hear from him.”
“No write letters. Can’t write. Friends tell about him. Friends who come to Curaçao from island.”
“From Martinique?”
“That’s right. From Martinique Island many, many boat days away.”
“You know, Crunch, I wouldn’t be surprised if I could help your brother come back to Curaçao. He might have to go to jail. But only for a short time. I don’t know about that. If he did commit that crime, he’d have to pay for it. But wouldn’t it be better if he faced the charge? His sentence would be light. At the end, he would be free.”
Crunch leaned forward to Biff. Big and powerful as the man was, he had the feelings of a small child. Biff could see tears in his eyes.
“You do that, Crunch your friend!”
“I can’t promise, Crunch. But I do know that Dietz has been using you. Misusing is a better word.”
Biff wasn’t sure Crunch understood. He couldn’t be sure. But he felt that he was getting to the giant Indian. At first, it had been Biff’s plan to gain Crunch’s confidence, outwit him, and escape. He still wanted to escape, but by now, he felt a great sympathy for the simple, friendly man. He really wanted to help him.