'You saw her with a guy.'
Shrug.
'Did you lie to those poor hardworking detectives, Robert?'
'Me? Never.' Smile. 'Perish my thoughts.'
'Tell me what you told them.'
'Didn't they write it down?'
'Tell me anyway.'
'It was a long time ago.
'Three months.'
'That's long, man.'
'Sure is, Robert. Ninety whole days, and think about this: Your record, even a little weed could put you away for two, three times that long. Think of three hundred cold days-that was a lot of grass in your trunk.'
Gabray looked at the photo, turned his head, and smoked.
'It wasn't mine. The weed.'
Milo's turn to laugh. 'That gonna be your defense?'
Gabray frowned, pinched his cigarette, sucked smoke through It.
'You're saying you can help me?'
'Depends on what you come up with.'
'I seen her.'
'With a guy?'
Nod.
'Tell me the whole thing, Robert.'
'That's it.'
'Tell it like a story. Once upon a time.'
Gabray snickered. 'Yeah, sure. Once upon a time.. I seen her with a guy. The end.'
'In the club?'
'Outside.'
'Where outside?'
'Like... a block away.'
'That the only time you saw her?'
Gabray contemplated. 'Maybe I seen her another time, inside.
'Was she a regular?'
'Whatever.'
Milo sighed and patted the barkeep's shoulder. 'Robert, Robert, Robert.'
