11: Beatrice

I flipped through the pages of evidence one last time. There had to be something I was missing. I had spread everything out on the conference room table of my new office, off-site from the firm, rented by the Trivisonnos. The firm had five levels and the lowest level took half the floor with reception and IT servers. My new office was on that level, across the hall from the IT offices and our main reception, so I could pop back over to my regular office whenever I needed.

It wasn't unheard of for lawyers to have offices off-site for their large clients and I supposed the same was true for their dangerous clients, too. Or, maybe I should classify the Trivisonnos as my guilty and rich as sin client. They would want the evidence showing their guilt to be as contained as possible and that was hard to do in a law firm as large as ours. There were too many possibilities for a breach. 

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