The law firm's owner, Harrison Berman, was an old white man whose hairline had receded all the way to the back of his head. As the owner of a corporate group, his net worth was probably far greater than that of Labe, the Bear Wesen lawyer.
Naturally, a man like him had not summoned the two detectives to volunteer any leads. After a string of platitudes about how deeply saddened he was to have lost such an outstanding employee, he kept returning to the need to solve the case quickly.
Nick took the opportunity to ask him for the files on the cases Serena Dembrooke had handled. The old man said the deceased had only worked on business disputes, nothing worth mentioning, but still agreed to send the files to the PPB the next day.
"What did you think of that Berman guy?" Hancock asked his partner with a knowing look after they left the building.
"The anger was an act. He's just a rich man who's worried and frightened because his mistress was killed for no apparent reason." Nick cut straight to the truth.
All that crap about being a career woman who didn't want to settle down too early was bullshit. Selena had graduated from a degree-mill law school even he had never heard of. Though she mingled with the so-called upper class, she could only occupy the very bottom of the pecking order in her profession.
With her résumé, there was virtually no chance of her becoming a famous lawyer through hard work. The American legal profession was full of invisible ceilings. Getting ahead was hardly that easy.
At most, her supposed identity as an independent career woman was just a persona. Her best option was to use her good looks to land a wealthy husband and