Bob on the internet

“I’ve met the guy. That transaction only goes the other way, believe me.” I tapped my finger on the table and opened the folder Rawlins had given me, paging through it for a detail that my subconscious told me was in there somewhere. “Here it is,” I said finally. “The lawyer who represented him before he got sent to Pontiac. One Talvi Inverno, Esq. What do you know about this guy?”
“Let me run a search!” Bob’s eyelights dwindled down to almost nothing for a moment, then started scanning left to right. “He doesn’t have much of an internet presence,” the Skull reported. “Just public records. Lots of wins. But there’s no business advertisement or anything.”
“That’s damned peculiar,” I said, thinking. “Outfit lawyer?”
“Hard for Google to say,” Bob replied.


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