The inside of 'El Abrevadero' is dimly lit and divided into booths with shower curtains.
One is inhabited by two men screaming 'cheap huscles' - their water cups are untouched, the bulges under their ligt armor jackets are blatant, and they stare way to hard at those of you not personally known to the fixer and his staff.
It takes a couple of minutes until a middle-aged Hispanic man with long gray Fu Manchu mustache, Hawai'ian shirt and chewing on a cold corn cob pipe stumbles, grumbling as he fixes a boot on his right foot while walking - El Viejo didn't seem to expect you on time.
The fixer takes place at the booth opposite the huscles and invites you to sit down, while a young waitress runs over to be at your ready.
"Ah, you've made it already. Bueno, bueno.
Got a good choomba, who has been sent to boot hill recently. Poor John O'Toole, he may have been a copper with the Hard Corps lot, but he was the good kind of cop, the kind who knows when to look the other way and when to send a heads-up to civvies needing to be in the know, for a very reasonable price.
He bought it in Lazarus territory, and they don't seem eager to look too deeply into the death of a competitor's employee.
Now what I need is some people to put their nose to the ground, sniff out who killed poor Johnny, and then deliver some street justice to them. I've already got the Lazarus incident report on Johnny's death to get you started.
I'll offer each of you 100 eddies a day, first day in advance, maximum of ten days. If you track down the perp earlier, I'll double the remaining amount.
For wasting the perp, I'll offer 1,000eb for each of you. It's probably just some random street punk, shouldn't be too tough for you."