DONNIE AND ANGIE MEET AT VON’S
Downtown Seattle boasts some the most eclectic and fun watering holes in the world. Von’s (famous for its more than 1,000 spirits) is a great example of one of these. Sit at the bar and you will never drink alone, even if you are the only patron. You are accompanied by a veritable village of lovely distilled spirits. Their prices are reasonable and the staff friendly and knowledgeable.
Predictably, Donnie arrived twenty minutes early and sat at a table in the corner big enough for Angie and him to review the notes and documents. He pulled out his lap top and some paper for note taking. Shortly after he got settled a server approached him.
“Welcome to Von’s? What can I get for you?” the striking young woman asked.
“How about a double shot of Crown on the rocks?”
As she turned to get his drink, Angie walked through the door and saw Donnie.
“Miss, the person I am meeting here today just walked in. Do you want to get her order too?”
“Sure, I’d be happy too.”
Angie removed her jacket and put her brief case on the chair next to her seat. “I’d like a Cosmo please. I like a lot of fresh squeezed lime and Tito’s Vodka. Can you get one of those for me please?”
“On my way!” the server said and she went straight back to the bar.
Angie’s distinct perfume was not overpowering but it definitely was intoxicating. Donnie was highly observant, and he was noting wonderful things about the public defender. He loved the shape of her hands and the French-tip nails; her raven locks framed her face like a beautiful oil painting, and the way her cotton oxford blouse fit her was amazing. She had just the right amount of buttons…not buttoned.
Damn it Donnie, get your head in the game.
“Hi Angie, it is great to see you again. How was your day?”
“Thanks Donnie and ditto! It’s typically really busy for me. As you know the Public Defenders are spread to thin for the volume of inmates here. I never feel like I get to spend the quality time required to do right by my clients. Something, and I don’t know what it is tells me your brother is innocent.”
“I do too. What other ideas do you have? I think depression is probably off the table,” he said and took a sip of his drink.
“Crime of passion? Doesn’t seem to fly either. The police report shows no connection between your brother and the victim.”
“Agreed. Adam was gainfully employed and the deceased was homeless. This wasn’t a robbery gone bad either. I think it was probably self-defense or he was framed. Did you read the article and other information I shared with you regarding the murder vicitms in and around Pioneer Square?”
“Yes, I was able to read all of those. It is a little weird that this many people have been killed in a relatively small part of Seattle. The framing angle seems like it could be the best probability of the other options. Adam’s prints and DNA were all over the bloody mini-bat found near him and the victim. It seems odd that there would be no prints or DNA from the deceased unless he never got struck with it. It would also imply that Adam carried a readily accessible bat. I don’t buy that.”
Donnie smiled. “I like that thought and the logic behind it. Those bats are given out at some of the Mariners’ games each year. Adam hated the Mariners and I don’t think he ever went to a game. Someone else could have put Adam’s hands on it though after he was knocked out.”
” What do we do from here?” asked Angie.
The server came to the table and set cocktail napkins down with the couple’s drinks.
Donnie and Angie said “thank you” with synchronicity. “Jinx. You buy the next round,” said Angie. They both laughed.
“You see this beard on my face? I am going to continue to let it grow for months, which will help change my appearance. I am getting ready to go undercover…deep as a homeless man in Pioneer Square so I can see if I can get enough information to help solve this case.”
“Got it. What else can I do?”
“I might need you for some information on the case and for other things as I figure things out in the street.”
“Sure, no problem.”
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