The Whale Lawyer-Chapter 6

This is almost the 1/2 way mark in posting the Whale Lawyer.  Today has been marked with computer slow downs, but before the sun had risen, I was swimming part of 2300 yards.  I only mention this because (1) it is great to get your exercise out of the way first thing in the morning and especially to feel the way you feel after getting in at least a pretty fair workout and (2) it works its way into the story shortly.
Without further ado-

Chapter 6

Hyatt had never been to the aquarium; but he had to assume it would look much different during the day.  It was raining slightly and the buildings were lit by spotlights so that the shadows of the raindrops seemed to animate the huge exterior walls.

Beth was not there, but Brian Koolman was with another girl.  This one, introduced as Truly Lightheart, had the athletic build of a swimmer.  “I am the whale’s trainer.”

“She was also the girlfriend of the Don Wordsmith, the trainer who was killed,” Brian volunteered.

“I’m sorry, this must be very difficult for you.”

“It’s not Bruce’s fault.”

“Bruce?”

“That’s your…client,” Brian answered for her.

“Yes, Bruce the whale.  Here,” Hyatt said pulling something from the bag he had with him and handing it to Brian.

“What’s this?”

“A camera.  I’ll need the evidence if this fish really can communicate with me, I’ll need it on film.”   Hyatt did not have to say that he felt absurd, his tone of voice would do that.  But if there was to be a charade, however bad his intentions and however much he regretted this already, he intended to do it by the book.  “The book of representing whales,” he said out of context with a snort.  He ignored the strange looks this engendered him.

The whale’s home was a large tank surrounded by stadium seating for perhaps 500 people.  Below the water, windows illuminated the Spartan bare concrete walls of the tank and periodically a large shadow would blot out the windows, moving at a speed which was hard to follow.  Truly was taking her clothes off on a small platform that ended at the water, apparently unconcerned with being naked in front of a man she had just met.  After she was completely naked, she started to put on a skin tight wetsuit.  Before she was completely dressed, lights came on illuminating the area.  

“You’ll have to come down here,” Truly said to Hyatt and she used one of her hands to load her breast into the suit before zipping it shut.

Hyatt realized he was staring.  He didn’t understand what she meant.

“You’ll have to come down here to talk to the Orca.   To talk to Bruce.”