"Poof!" said Angel, blowing a thin spiral of blue cigarette-smoke. "We gotta da lawyer."
"Oh!" Dyker looked up quickly, and quickly down again. "Then you want me—I see."
"Good."
The prospective magistrate began making rings on the table with his wet glass.
"But I should think there were other ways. The man hasn't been arrested yet?"
"Naw."
"Then why need the police find him?"
"Thees O'Malley say eet looka better."
"He might jump his bail."
"Naw."