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…

hand over the

Aldred is

her throat. “When will he be free?

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

receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr

slams down the

door. White-faced, she sprints to the elevator, bangs on the call button then walks frantic circles until

in the lobby, she spins, looking for what is sure

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

reads, she

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

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

replaces it on the counter. Full-blown panic swells inside her. Her stomach rises. Pushing a

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

She’s on her own…

*****

James

around Richard’s door. “I’m wrapping up for the day. Going for a drink with Michael and Charlotte. Want to

suggests he’s glad of an excuse to see the back of it. “Excellent idea.

her. I’d

the car around. Meet you in the lobby

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