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

breath catches in her throat. “When will he be

through it, indistinctly, Mitch hears, “No,

the receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr Aldred

down the

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

the lobby, she spins, looking for

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

reads,

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

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

swells inside her. Her stomach rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at a run for the nearest bathroom, just reaching

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

She’s on her own…

*****

James

wrapping up for the day. Going for a drink with Michael and

of an excuse to see

her. I’d like Charlotte to have a bit

to bring the car around. Meet

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