Bech/Corby
“Good morning officer…?
“Corby.”
“Officer Corby. And what can our firm do for the City Police?”
Bech offers a photograph. “We’re looking for this young woman. She goes by the name of Jennifer Bennett, among others. I understand your practice is representing her in her divorce.”
Vincenzo regards the man in front of him without favour. He glances briefly at the photograph then returns his attention to Officer Corby. He does not speak.
And he finds he agrees with what the young Mr Bennett told him. There is something about the police officer he does not care for. Mr Vincenzo has served his clients for many years and his antennae are twitching.
A cloud passes over Corby’s face. “Is your firm representing this woman or not?”
Vincenzo sits back in his seat, behind his desk. Made of some beautifully polished dark wood and topped by green leather embossed in gold filigree, it makes a wide barrier behind the two representatives of the Law. He does not invite Corby to sit.