Jimmy thought about it and finally asked, "It's okay that I report what's going on here, right? He might need help from others to investigate."
Woody nodded, "You saved him, I have no complaints."
Jimmy called Ruiz. Drug crimes in New York usually involved major gangs wholesaling, minor gangs distributing, and street thugs peddling goods. He asked Ruiz to handle it, which could also boost his department's performance.
Jimmy: "Ruiz, are you at the office?"
Ruiz: "Yes, what's up?"
Jimmy: "Bring a couple of guys to the bar, the one where we drank last time. I found something interesting here; it might be related to your side."
Ruiz: "I'll leave right away. Wait for me." Ruiz knew Jimmy well—if he said it was something good, then it definitely wasn't a small catch.
After hanging up, Jimmy walked out with Woody. Woody returned to the bar and poured Jimmy a drink, topping his own glass just a bit.
Woody: "Thank you, Jimmy."
Jimmy: "Don't mention it, Woody. You are really lucky."
