Jimmy returned to the bureau and found Ruiz, "Ruiz, got any plans after work? How about a drink?"
Ruiz looked at Jimmy, blinked, and said, "Something up?"
Jimmy smiled, "Just a small matter."
Ruiz said, "OK."
That evening, Jimmy and Ruiz went to the bar next to Jimmy's apartment.
Jimmy approached the bar, knocked on the countertop, and called out, "Woody, two whiskeys."
Bartender Woody looked up at Jimmy and said with a smile, "You're here early today, Jimmy. The usual?"
Jimmy nodded. Woody poured two whiskeys, and Jimmy, taking them, sat down at a table opposite Ruiz.
Ruiz said, "You seem quite familiar here, must have spent a lot of time at this spot."
Jimmy, smiling, replied, "My apartment is just next door; it's convenient here and a bit quieter too."
Ruiz took a sip of whiskey, "So, what's the matter?"
Jimmy said, "Razor came to me today, Serra from Trinidad declared war on them."
Ruiz replied, "That's pretty common; these little gang scraps happen all the time."
