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

“When will he be free? I’ll

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

the receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr Aldred

down the

mouth, she fights for air, then she dashes for the door. White-faced, she sprints to the elevator, bangs on the call button then walks frantic circles until it Bings and the doors

lobby, she spins, looking for what is sure

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

she reads, she

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

school attended by his nine-year-old daughter. The daughter herself is also reported as

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

she loses her breakfast. Trembling, she flushes, then gags and vomits again. At length, scarlet-faced and sweating,

She’s on her own…

*****

James

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

on his desk. Whatever he was reading, it drops with a finality that suggests he’s glad of an excuse to

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

around. Meet you

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