“Never?”
“No, sir.”
“Be very careful of what you say,” and the judge fixed his stare upon Manuel. “After the death of that woman, didn’t you ever—not even once—speak to El Bizco?”
“No, sir,” and Manuel firmly sustained the judge’s stare.
“Didn’t it strike you as strange that El Bizco should be hanging around the restaurant?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then why didn’t you let Vidal know?”
“Because my cousin had told me never to mention El Bizco to him.”
“Why?”