CHAPTER TWELVE
Owen Levitt was his real name. He told everyone it was Bob Gablonski just for the image. He was a large no-neck man with a bald head, and even shorter temper and a large bruise on his head above his right eye.
“Bob Gablonski, or should I call you Owen Levitt?” McCall said smugly.
The large man just folded his arms and looked away.
“You have been informed of your rights and your right to counsel,” McCall said calmly. Bob just sat there and grunted whilst avoiding eye contact.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” McCall said, laying down an open yellow legal pad and placing a thick brown file next to that. She took a pen from her jacket and clicked the end revealing the ballpoint and then placed it gently onto the pad.
“So, when did you see Tara Burke last, Bob?” McCall asked, her
