Finally, there was something to do. Jimmy threw down the newspaper in his hands and darted out.
Taking a cab to the destination, Jimmy saw Ruiz's car parked by the roadside, walked over to the passenger side, and knocked on the window; Ruiz unlocked the door and let him in.
Jimmy: "What's up?"
Ruiz: "Come with me to negotiate with them."
Jimmy: "Them? Which gang?"
Ruiz: "MS13. Our surveillance team lost contact an hour and a half ago; they had been monitoring MS13."
Jimmy: "Are they still alive?"
Ruiz: "Don't know. Haven't received any messages, no distress calls, and no ransom demands. The situation is still unclear, but I've contacted SWAT. If necessary, they'll be here in half an hour. You'll come with me to talk to MS13's people, at least to confirm if they're the ones behind it."
Jimmy: "No problem." Ruiz really had a lot of faith in Jimmy, assigning him the role of a bodyguard for direct negotiations. Jimmy felt like swearing inside; such an operation was far too risky.
