Tordo valued his life, so he let loose.
"I know this much. The guy who supplies us calls himself the 'Paris Knight' and he will not go anywhere without those three armed bodyguards. If you want to know where he hangs out at, he hangs out at the abandonded bar, uh..."
Castle showed his impatience by drawing another knife and jabbing it in Tordo's shoulder. Spade drew his revolver and fired it in the air.
"That's enough, Frank," said Spade. "Tordo, you better start talking. I can't hold the Punisher back for too long."
"Okay! The Paris Knight hangs out at the old Suicide bar. That's where all the real monsters used to hang out at. Him and his bodyguards." squeaked Tordo.
"Thanks," said Castle, pulling the trigger.
"I told you, dude," hissed Spade. "That's enough, goddammit!! You didn't have to kill him, he was gonna bleed to death anyway!"
"Hey, I was here looking for you and I wanted answers!" screamed Castle. "You're gonna give me the full truth, you son of a bitch!"
Castle raised his Colt and pointed it at Spade. Spade drew his revolver and pointed it at Castle.
