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

then “Mr Aldred

in her throat. “When will he be free?

muffling returns, but through it, indistinctly, Mitch hears,

the receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr

down

for the door. White-faced, she sprints to the elevator, bangs on

looking for what

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

reads,

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

gunmen as yet unidentified in an incident in the grounds of the school attended by his 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

shaking, Mitch folds up the paper, replaces it on the counter. Full-blown panic swells inside her. Her stomach rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at a run for the nearest bathroom, just reaching

she flushes, then gags and vomits again. At length, scarlet-faced and sweating, Mitch leans over a basin, splashes cold water over

She’s on her own…

*****

James

head around Richard’s door. “I’m wrapping up for the day. Going for a drink with

glad of an excuse to see the back

hoping you would bring her. I’d like Charlotte to have a bit

get Ross to bring the car around. Meet you in the

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