Murder is so personal. She knew who was in the room with her. She trusted that person.

And the saddest thing is that the last person you look at in this world is not your loved ones. It's your killer.

She was just driven. She loved defending those clients. She loved love.

She would walk into a courtroom and she looked like she owned the place.

She's representing some really hard and criminals. Maybe somebody had a beef with her. It was personal.

Her left hand was opened. There was a piece of hair in it.

It suggested that a female had maybe killed her and she pulled the hair out.

Somebody wanted her out of the wing. Somebody planned this murder.

Who done it? Who came up here and did it?

I told her I will make this right. I will make this right for you.

Cajun country is where the dreadful thing happened.

Baton Rouge, the Louisiana State Capitol, perched on the banks of the Mississippi.

Three blocks off the river on a chilly Thursday night, a criminal defense lawyer was working late,

drafting a writ for the big murder trial starting Monday.

When did the killer take her? Sometime after eight o'clock was the best guess. The news led next morning's early drive.

I hear on a local news station they interrupt to say that there is a downtown murder in a law office.

Attorney Prem Burns was on her way into work.

Which of course alerts me. Initially my gosh is an attorney.

The office now strung with yellow crime scene tape.

Belong to an up-and-comer named Shakita Tate, a local woman just a few years out of law school

but already making a name for herself in the competitive pads and helmets arena of litigation and criminal defense.

She had recently won a half million dollar jury verdict. That's pretty awfully good for somebody out such a short time.

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