Donnie had just returned from the Belltown crime scene, with pages of new notes and pictures to add to his growing file of mystery. He walked in the door and set his notes and map on his desk and his cell phone immediately started ringing. He looked at the display but didn’t recognize the number.
Tentatively he answered, “Donnie Lutz. How can I help you?”
“Hi Mister Lutz. I am Angie Braun from the Public Defender’s office. I have been working on you brother’s case. He thought it would be a good idea for you and I to meet.”
“Yes, he mentioned your field of work, and thought you might be able to provide some insights and information, which could help me with his case.”
“Yes. Between you and I, I have already started to do some research on this case and what I believe to be other related cases.”
“Other cases?” she asked.
“Didn’t you see the recent cover story in the Seattle Times?”
“Sorry Mr. Lutz, I am carrying a load of thirty to fifty cases at any given time. It is all I can do to do enough research to take care of the clients I have.”
“We need to talk about the article. I think it might be related to Adam’s case. Have you defended any murder cases before?” he asked.
“I have defended five clients for murder.”
“And your record so far?”
There was a pregnant pause, audible over the wireless network. Angie cleared her throat, “Four were found guilty and are in federal prisons now. Your brother is the fifth.”
“Holy shit! I am not liking those odds. Are you available to meet later this afternoon? We could meet for a late lunch somewhere and I can let you in on what I have discovered to date.”
“Let’s meet downtown this afternoon and I can share with you what I have found. There’s a great little Irish Pub on First Avenue, Fado, where we can get a big table there and start working. How about 3 PM?”
“That sounds good. I will meet you there at 3 and will bring the information I have so far, and my initial theories on his defense case.”
Donnie disconnected from the call and thought, “I wish Adam hadn’t have been so proud. I am sure I could have helped him hire a more experienced attorney.”
It there is one thing Donnie Lutz was adamant about it was punctuality. He arrived at Fado at 2:40 PM and immediately spotted an empty eight-top in a secluded part of the pub. He noticed the heavily tatted staff all wore black clothing and aprons and piercings seemed to be the restaurant’s answer for flair.
A 20-something slender blonde server walked to his table. The left side of her head was shaved and the rest of her shoulder-length hair was parted to the right. She only had a septum ring and a pierced eyebrow, so she was probably catching shit from the flair police. “What can I get you to drink,” she asked.
“Well, I don’t want to irritate the gods of Eire. How about a Guinness on tap?” He was pleased with his droll humor.
“I’ll bring it right out,” she said. Right before she headed for the bar, her eyes told Donnie. “Like I have never fucking heard that before.”
Donnie started arranging his notes, newspapers, and photographs on the large oak table. He broke out his Mac Book and got it booted and opened a notebook to a fresh sheet of paper. He got his favorite blue medium point pen and put the date and “Notes from Meeting with Angela Braun,” on the top of the page.
By this time, the server returned with a frosty glass of the dark nitrogenated nectar and put it on top of a coaster she deftly whipped from an apron pocket. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, nice and cold,” said Donnie.
As she turned to leave, a striking younger woman, Donnie believed to be in her early thirties walked into the foyer of the pub. He actually gasped a little when he saw her. She was about 5’7″ with a slend-urvy figure. Donnie had a special place in his heart for women that weren’t completely slender and had some curvature about them. And that is when he created that word. She had slend-urvy going on. Her hair was raven black and unlike the servers in the pub, there were no visible tattoos or piercings. This made sense given her role. Her nose was slender and aquiline, and her lips full, with just a hint of pink lipstick on them. The deal was sealed with her blue eyes. They were the color of the water in the Caribbean and just as inviting. Donnie hoped this was Angela.
He called out to the young woman. “Miss Braun?”
She spun completely around, “Yes, and Adam said you were a twin of his, but you are definitely identical twins right?”
“Yes, I am nine minutes older than him.”
“What are you drinking?” he asked her, and followed with, “I recommend the Guinness, it’s nitrogenated you know, instead of carbonated. Give you a nice frothy head.”
“I’ll take one of those.”
She sat down next to Donnie and pulled out her Lenovo laptop and after several minutes got it booted up.
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