CHAPTER 15
"It's always Mardi Gras at The Big Easy, this is Brendan, how may I help you?"
The bartender was multi-tasking by pouring our beers and answering the phone.
"Sure, he's right here." Brendan said, handing the phone to Duke. "It's your girlfriend. She says you're not picking up your cell. Hey man, if I'm gonna be your secretary, I need a raise," he joked. Duke rolled his eyes at that.
"Hey Darlin'. Yeah, sorry, I turned it off when I was on the job. Yup, now I'm havin' a beer with Jamie. You're coming here? Okay, see you later. Me too, alright, bye."
He gave the phone back to Brendan and took a fortifying swig of beer.
"Well, you're in for a treat," he said, with a wry smile.
"So I gathered," I said. "Remember the first time I met you here, about two years ago? One of your
