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

then “Mr Aldred is not

in her throat. “When will he be free?

it, indistinctly, Mitch hears,

voice repeats, “Mr

slams down the

to her mouth, she fights for air, then she dashes for the door. White-faced, she sprints to the elevator, bangs on the call

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

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

vomits again. At length, scarlet-faced and sweating, Mitch leans over a basin, splashes cold

She’s on her own…

*****

James

up for the day. Going for a drink with Michael and Charlotte. Want to

with a finality that suggests he’s glad of an excuse to see the back of it. “Excellent idea. Mind if I bring Elizabeth along? She’s meeting me

her. I’d like Charlotte to have

car around. Meet you in the lobby in ten

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