A day comes and goes.

Another day arrives.

The phone doesn’t ring.

And another day.

What’s happening?

She reaches for the phone, then snatches her hand back.

They’ll call when they’re ready…

But they don’t.

The following morning, she watches the clock: eight am…

Eight-thirty…

Nine o’clock…

Nine-fifteen…

She picks up the phone again, dials out. “Hello, Hofferman and Partners? Is Mr Devlin there, please? It’s Mitch Kimberley.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Kimberley, Mr Devlin is not available….” The voice chokes, breaking into uncontrolled sobs. “He’s been murdered. Gunned down. His little girl is in hospital too.”

Mitch, heart hammering, “Theo. Let me talk to Theo Aldred.”

The sound muffles…

over the

“Mr Aldred is not

catches in her throat. “When will he be

returns, but through it, indistinctly, Mitch hears, “No, I’ve a

the receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr Aldred

slams down

she dashes for the door. White-faced, she sprints to the

looking for what is sure

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

reads, she

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

nine-year-old daughter. The daughter herself is also reported as injured but recovering in hospital. Speculation is rife that the murder is connected with the trial of Marco Romani

rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at a run for the nearest bathroom, just

gags and vomits again. At length, scarlet-faced and sweating,

She’s on her own…

*****

James

door. “I’m wrapping up for the day. Going for a drink

suggests he’s glad of an excuse to

would bring her. I’d like

bring the car around. Meet

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