Darwin did, and told him. The description was vague enough it could have a dozen middle-aged, down-at-their-heels men in the city where he lived. The fact he frequented dive bars, and was now undoubtedly trading his story for free drinks, was a plus. All Niko had to do was be in the right place at the right time.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said. “I need a visual of the alley.”