"Sure."

This was more than a hunch. I felt like something was telling me suspicion was the street to take, like the answer'd be down in black and white if I looked the right way. Sixth sense of a private investigator, maybe. But this cat was a pal, or so I thought, and leaving any guy on the floor wasn't a habit I wanted to get into.

I offered the guy a hand. Pulled him up so he could at least pretend that he was standing. A man with more hooch in his stomach than blood in his veins wasn't gonna drop me even if he decided to.

"You know who it was? 'Cause I got some words for him, maybe some lead too."