At sundown predator and prey alike come out in full view to hunt or forage for their meals, often coming down to the rivers edge. Grasshoppers and caterpillars crawl out from under leaves and palm fronds, katydids chirp and munch away.
"Yeah, Max. If anyone knows their business out in these jungles, it's Pingo. Born and raised. He's never been anywhere else. Though I have to admit I'd like to see more of the world someday. All I've ever seen is Chicago and a winding swath of the USA and Mexico that led me down to here.
"Remember the time we first met? It was on the deck of a steam ship, and the captain was giving you a piece of his mind about something, I don't remember... But you ended up knocking his block off, and the crew kicked us BOTH off the ship into the water! I had JUST met you, asked if you had any cigarettes!" Harrison laughs. It's a deep, warm sound. He pulls a metal flask from his vest pocket, and takes a swig from it. Then he holds it out to the group.
"Too bad the alcohol content of my blood doesn't kill the little bastards." he says, swatting a mosquito on his fore arm. "So...I heard the Government Issue Joe mention something about Karl Dietrich. What do you guys know about him?"
Harrison sits the wooden box from the curio shop on his lap, and begins to shuffle items around in it, looking for something.
He looks up at Russo's comment; "What letters?"