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

her throat. “When

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

repeats, “Mr Aldred is not

down the

White-faced, she sprints to the elevator, bangs on the call button then walks frantic circles until it Bings and the doors

looking for what is sure to

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

she reads,

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

Max Devlin is reported as murdered by a gunman or gunmen as yet unidentified in an incident 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

Her stomach rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she

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

She’s on her own…

*****

James

head around Richard’s door. “I’m wrapping up for the day. Going

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

I’d like

car around. Meet you

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