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Michelle closed the door to the office and sat down behind the man’s old-fashioned partners desk, running her fingers across the faded leather inlay. As she gazed around the room it seemed everything in here was old-fashioned. And solid. She closed her eyes and cast her mind back to the dead man in the car.
The diminished body. The saggy face. The hole in the head.
And the rolled-down window that had been rolled back up by the killer.
A killer Bergin might have known. If true, that could possibly cut the suspect list down substantially.
She rifled through Bergin’s desk and files. There were several litigation bags parked in a corner of the room but they were empty. No address book. There was no computer on his desk. She slipped back out to the front room and asked Hilary about that.
“Megan and I use computers, obviously, but he never cared to. Pen and paper and a Dictaphone were good enough for him.”
“And his calendar?”
“I kept an appointment calendar on the computer for him and would print out a copy every week. He also had a Daily Planner he carried with him.”
Michelle nodded. And that Daily Planner would now be in the hands of Agent Murdock. Along with the rest of Bergin’s papers.
“Do you know if he ever e-mailed or texted from his cell phone?”
“I seriously doubt he knew how. He preferred talking on the phone.”
Michelle went back to his office and noted the jar of pens and pencils and stacks of legal pads on the desk.
Definitely old-fashioned. But then there’s nothing wrong with that.
She turned her attention to the wooden file cabinets, the closet, a trench coat that was hanging on a wall peg, and lastly a small oak credenza.
After an hour of searching she came away with nothing helpful.
She spent another hour questioning Hilary. He had not confided much to her about the Roy case, and Michelle could tell this had somewhat irked the lady.
“He’s usually very open about his cases,” Hilary said. “We worked together, after all.”
“And you do the billing?”
“Absolutely. Which made it strange why he never mentioned to me who had retained him to work for Edgar Roy. How were we to be paid, after all? I mentioned to Sean that Mr. Bergin might have taken the case pro bono, but the more I thought about it the less likely I think that is.”
“Why?”
“He has a small practice. He’s made a good income over the years, but a case like this requires a lot of time and expenses. It would have taxed his resources too much.”
“Well, it’s a high-profile case. Maybe he was doing it for the notoriety.”
Hilary made a face. “Mr. Bergin was not into notoriety. He was a very well-respected lawyer.”
“Well, maybe the client made it a condition of the retainer that he couldn’t tell anyone. Do you have bank records? There might be a deposit in there that didn’t go through you.”
Hilary clicked some keys on her computer. “We maintain an account with a local bank. All funds from the practice go in there. I have online access, so let me check.”
She looked at various screens and then shook her head. “I made every one of these deposits going back six months.”
“Might have been cash.”
“No, there are no cash deposits listed.”
“Did he keep another account?”
Hilary looked offended by even the suggestion. “If he did, he never told me about it.”
