Ruiz didn't get into his own car but got into Jimmy's car, "Let's grab a drink."
Without saying much, Jimmy drove straight home. If they were going to have a drink, they might as well head over to Woody's place.
Woody greeted Jimmy. It was still early, and there weren't many people in the bar yet. Jimmy and Ruiz sat down at a corner table. Ruiz looked at Jimmy, "Jimmy, you're not having much luck this time."
Jimmy picked up his glass and took a sip, "Have you investigated?"
Ruiz: "Yeah, I even dug into some extra stuff."
Jimmy: "Cut to the chase, I'm not surprised by any bad news now."
Ruiz: "Alexander Macro, a senior agent from the Chicago office, diligent and promising. After retiring from the military, he joined the FBI. He's clever, efficient, brave, and despises evil, with a high case-solving rate, at least that's what his records suggest.
Do these adjectives sound familiar? Your file contains similar descriptions. You and he are quite alike."
