Julius Katz Mysteries
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    Norma Brewer looked flabbergasted by that bit of news. “Did you follow my brother to the track?
    “No, Miss Brewer, as I mentioned, it was purely serendipitous.”
    Julius had signaled me several minutes before to arrange for a taxi to pick us up, and one was pulling up to the house. Julius had that look in his eyes he always has when he’s anxious to get away from a client, and he told her he’d be in touch, then made his escape. Norma Brewer appeared taken aback by Julius’s quick and unexpected departure. She stood at a loss for words for a long moment before heading back inside the house. Julius settled into the back of the cab and gave the driver his townhouse address.
    “Quite a morning,” I told him. “One woman finding me absolutely charming, another terrified merely at the sight of you.”
    “I never heard her use the adverb absolutely in describing your charm,” Julius muttered somewhat peevishly. He had taken out his cell phone so that the driver wouldn’t think that he was muttering to himself. The cell phone was merely a prop. Whenever Julius needed to make a call, I’d make it for him and patch him in through his ear piece.
    “It was implied,” I said. “Would you like me to brief you on the reports I generated for Lawrence Brewer and Willie Andrews?”
    “That’s not necessary.” A thin smile crept over his lips. “I researched both of them myself last night while you were unavailable .”
    “Yeah, but I bet you don’t have Lawrence Brewer’s last seven years’ worth of tax returns, unless you were able to hack into the IRS’s mainframe and, given the level of encryption they use, that’s not very likely. I also bet you don’t have Willie Andrews’s court documents.”
    “No, I don’t, but I don’t need them now. Sometimes, Archie, too much information is worse than too little. It distracts from what’s important.”
    That made no sense. The only way you can analyze data is if all the data were available—or if you are able to extrapolate what was missing. I ignored the comment, and instead asked him if he wanted me to arrange for appointments with either the brother or Andrews.
    “Willie Andrews is not the type of man you make an appointment with. As far as Lawrence Brewer goes, now is not the appropriate time.”
    “So that’s it, then?”
    “For now, yes.”
    I expected that. As far as Julius was concerned, he had already worked hard enough for one day. I knew there was little chance that nagging him would change that. Still, I tried.
    “I can see your point,” I said. “After all, you have just put in an arduous twenty-seven minutes of work, more than enough to justify the twenty-thousand dollar fee you extorted from your client.”
    “An hour and seventeen minutes once you factor in the cab rides.”
    “Wow. An hour and seventeen minutes, then. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.”
    “Archie, now is not the time. I’m not about to tackle the brother until I’ve given the matter more thought. So please, some quiet so I can think.”
    Yeah, it was pointless. The only thing he was going to be thinking about was lunch at one of his favorite local restaurants, along with the bottle of Gewurztraminer I had reserved for him. With nothing else to do I spun some cycles figuring out why I hadn’t made the connection between the photos I dug up earlier for Lawrence Brewer and the visual images I recorded at the dog track, and then worked on readjusting my neuron network so I would recognize patterns like that in the future. I have to admit I was impressed with Julius’s ability to recall seeing Lawrence Brewer at the dog track and told him so. Julius grunted out that it was simply luck.
    “The only reason he made an impression was because he was so obviously losing badly that I considered for a moment inviting him to one of my poker games. Now please, Archie, I’d like quiet the rest of the trip.”
    Julius put his cell phone back in his inside jacket
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