'I dunno-brown.'
'Maybe or definitely?'
'Probably.'
'Light or dark brown?'
'I dunno. It was nighttime.'
'What color was her hair?'
'You got the picture there.'
Milo shoved the photo in the barkeep's face. 'Is this what she looked like when you saw her?'
Gabray pulled back and licked his lips. 'Uh-uh-it was.
her hair was different.'
'Sure it was,' said Milo. 'It was sitting on an intact skull.'
'Yeah-no-I mean the color. You know, yellow. Real yellowlike scrambled eggs. You could see it in the light.'
'She was under a light?'
'I guess... yeah. The two a them were- a streetlight. Just for a sec, till they heard me and split.'
'You didn't tell the other detectives about any light.'
'They didn't ask.'
Milo lowered the picture. Gabray smoked and looked away.
Milo said, 'What were Ms. Herbert and this straight-looking guy doing under the light?'
'Talking.'
'His hair wasn't blond?'
'I told you, hers was. You could see it, man-it was like a.
banana.' Gabray chuckled.
And his was brown.'
'Yeah. Hey, if this is so important, how come you're not writing it down?'
'What else do you remember about him, Robert?'
'That's it.'
'Middle-aged, dark windbreaker, dark hair. That's not much to trade with, Robert.'
'I'm telling you what I saw, man.'
Milo turned his back on Gabray and looked at me. 'Well, we tried to help him.'
'You got someone, like tight?' said the bartender.
Milo kept his back turned. 'What do you mean, Robert?'
'Tight case, man. I don't want to be telling you something and have some dude walk on some Miranda or something and come looking for me, you know?'
