Gabray flinched with each mention of his name. 'What?'
'That's not much of a story.'
Gabray ground out his cigarette and produced another. He waited for Milo to light it and when that didn't happen, pulled out a book of matches and did it himself.
'I seen her maybe one more time,' he said. 'That's it. I only worked there a couple of weeks.'
'Trouble holding down a job, Robert?'
'I like to move around, man.'
A ramblin' guy.'
'Whatever.'
'Twice in a couple of weeks,' said Milo. 'Sounds like she enjoyed the place.'
'Fuckheads,' said Gabray with sudden passion. All a them, rich dumb fucks, coming down to play street-life, then running back to Rodeo Drive.'
'Dawn Herbert come across as a rich bitch?'
'They're all the same, man.'
'Ever talk to her?'
Alarm in the barkeep's eyes. 'Nah. Like I said, I only seen her once, maybe twice. That's it. I didn't know her from shit-I had nothing to do with her and nothing to do with that.' Pointing at the photo.
'You're sure about that.'
'Real sure. Really real sure, man. That is not my thing.'
'Tell me about seeing her with this guy.'
'Like I said, once upon a time I was working there and once upon a time I went to take a smoke and seen her. Only reason I remembered was cause a the guy. He wasn't one a them.'
'One of who?'
'The fuckheads. She was, but not him. He, like, stood out.'
'Stood out how?'
'Straight.'
'Businessman?'
'Nah.'
'What then?'
Gabray shrugged.
'Was he wearing a suit, Robert?'
Gabray smoked hard and thought. 'Nah. Kinda like youSears Roebuck, that kind of jacket.' Drawing his hands across his waist.
A windbreaker?'
'Yeah.'
'What color?'
