Chapter 10Wearing his expensive new suit, Ivo piled boxes onto his trolley at the back door of Garden Court Chambers. The teetering boxes of briefs needed to be taken to a variety of locations throughout the Inns of Court and the Royal Courts of Justice and one to the Old Bailey. After months of practice—learning which barrister or solicitor was the most ill-tempered and would lodge a complaint if he was even a minute late, discovering the quickest ways to negotiate the narrow lanes and busy streets of the court district, and how to stay on the good side of Mr. Albright—Ivo had learned to prioritize his boxes.
“Get a move on, Manning,” one of the older clerks shouted as he left.
With the boxes carefully stacked, he pushed his trolley over the bumpy, age-worn steps and outside into the co
