“Yup! Yup! That"s the one.” Mulrooney smiled as Stanley Kelley, the clerk from Morry"s Liquor Store, sat in the station loudly smacking his lips with each “yup.” Stanley was pointing to one photo among the six-pack. It was a photo of Anya Gallien, who was staring curiously at the camera. “Yup, she bought my last bottle of Cristal. It was warm, so she said she was gonna chill it. Label was scraped up so I offered her a discount, but she didn"t mind. "Said it was a memorable day for her friend.”
“Ain"t that the truth,” Mulrooney muttered.
Clarke quickly snatched the photo from under the nose of the drooling clerk and made a photocopy for Stanley to sign and date.
Steven and Eric, accompanied by Steven"s voluptuous Aunt Lisa, had arrived at the station around noon. Both boys were as certai
