Ah.'
'It's true, man.'
'You took the heat for someone else?'
'Yeah.'
'You're just a nice guy, huh? Real hero.'
Shrug. Another rub of the shoulders. One of Gabray's arms rose higher and he scratched the bare skin atop his head.
'Got an itch, Robert?'
'I'm fine, man.'
'Sure you're not dope-chilled?'
I'm okay, Milo looked at me. 'Robert mixes powders as well as fluids.
Quite an amateur chemist-isn't that right, Robert?'
Another shrug.
'Got a day job, Robert?'
Shake of the head.
'Your 1:0. know you're working here?'
'Why shouldn't I?'
Milo leaned in closer and smiled patiently. 'Because you, as a habitual although petty felon, are supposed to stay away from bad influences, and those folks in there don't look any too wholesome Gabray sucked his teeth and looked at the ground. 'Who told you I was here?'
Milo said, 'Spare me the questions, Robert.'
'It was that bitch, wasn't it?'
'What bitch is that?'
'You know.'
'Do I?'
'You musta you knew I was here.'
Angry at her, Robert?'
'Nah.'
'Not at all?'
'I don't get mad.'
'What do you get?'
'Nothing.'
'You get even?'
Gabray said, 'Can I smoke?'
'She paid your bail, Robert. In my book that makes her the hero.'
