'Yeah. But he still didn't fit the scene-all you see down there at that hour is freaks and beaners and niggers. And cops-I thought first that he was a cop. Then I thought that he looked like a con. Same difference.'
'What was he talking to her about?'
'I couldn't hear it, man! It was-' 'Was he holding anything?'
'Like what?'
'Like anything.'
'You mean like to hurt her with? Nothing I saw. You really think he's the one did her?'
'What did his face look like?'
'Regular... uh, kinda... square.' Gabray put the cigarette in his mouth and used his hands to frame a wobbly quadrangle. A regular face.'
'Complexion?'
'He was white.'
'Pale, swarthy-on the dark side?'
'I dunno, just a white guy.'
'Same color as her?'
'She had on makeup that real white shit they like? He was darker than that. Regular white. Normal.'
'Eye color?'
'I was too far away for that, man.'
'How far?'
'I dunno, half a block.'
'But you could see his shoes?'
'Maybe it was closer... I seen em. But I didn't see no eye color.'
'How tall was he?'
'Taller than her.'
'Taller than you?'
'Uh... maybe. Not much.'
'What're you?'
'Five ten.'
So he was what, five eleven or six f~~~~~~ 'Guess so.'
'Heavy build?'
'Yeah, but not fat, you know.'
o'If I knew I wouldn't be asking you.'
'Heavy-big-you know-like from working out. On the yard.'
-'Muscular.'
