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

her throat. “When will he be

Mitch hears, “No,

repeats, “Mr Aldred

down the

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

looking for

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

she reads, she

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

by his nine-year-old daughter. The daughter herself is also reported as injured but recovering in hospital. Speculation is rife

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

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

She’s on her own…

*****

James

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

an

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

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

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