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Chapter 18
Chapter 18 Cutters Crabhouse was their go-to bar when they needed to talk. Jo and Perrin had met here on and off for years. Then when Cassidy had returned to Seattle to be with her ailing father and purchased a condo practically next door, it had become a fixture in their lives. Whenever someone had a crisis or a triumph, commiseration and celebration were handed out in equal shares at Cutter’s. The outer bar was lively, as it was one of those places that urban professionals went to see and be seen, which could be very fun. But it also allowed them to slip into the anonymity of the crowd, each clustered in small but very watchful groups, and gain a pleasant level of privacy. Good cocktails, great appetizers, and what Cassidy acknowledged as an acceptable wine cellar certainly helped. It
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