Chapter 13
David Odiengo was a portly, fastidious man with a congenial, round face, thick-frame glasses, and a careworn expression. His gray suit didn’t fit him all that well. It was probably off-the-rack from Carrefour in the nearest available extra-large size. His white shirt was starched and clean, with bold stripes, and there were no spots on his rep tie. His leather briefcase was severely battered and might have been a holdover from his college days. That is, he was dressed suitably for the role of working-class barrister who is engaged primarily in matters of filings for governmental compliance, one whose fees were modest and who, as a consequence, worked much too hard.
He sat with Harry and Aldo in Kokko’s café, at the long table by a window usually reserved for club and team meet
