“Yes, your honour.”
“And he knows El Bizco?”
“Yes. He was a friend of his.”
“Could he help the police in the capture of El Bizco?”
“I’ll see to that part of it. Shall the prisoner be set free?”
“Yes. We must capture El Bizco. Aren’t his whereabouts known?”
“He must be in hiding around the suburbs.”
“Isn’t there any agent who knows the suburban hangouts well?”
“The best of them is a fellow named Ortiz. If you will kindly give me a note to the Chief to place Ortiz under my orders, I’ll guarantee that El Bizco will be in a cell within a week.”
The judge summoned a clerk, ordered him to write the letter, and handed it to El Garro.