and LESS FOR CASH! Ella and Murray went through the glass doors to be greeted by a young woman with an artistically lopsided haircut and a slapped-on smile. ‘How may I help you today?’ Ella showed her badge. ‘Robbie Kimball, please.’ The smile didn’t budge. ‘Just one moment.’ In a minute she was back with a young man in tow. He looked to be in his early twenties, his brown hair needed a trim, and his round face wore no smile at all. Ella had looked into him already. He had no criminal record but had trouble driving within the speed limit. ‘You Robbie?’ Murray said. ‘Yep.’ He tugged at the ID card on the lanyard around his neck and glanced at the girl. She moved a few steps away – still within listening distance, Ella noticed. He said, ‘This is about Alicia, right?’ ‘Where were you last night?’ Ella asked. ‘At Castro’s.’ ‘Doing what?’ ‘Having a few drinks with my mates.’ ‘Who did you see there?’ ‘My sister and her mates.
