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

Aldred is not

catches in her throat. “When will he

but through it, indistinctly, Mitch hears, “No, I’ve

repeats, “Mr

down

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

spins, looking for what is sure

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

reads,

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 that the murder is connected with the

up the paper, replaces it on the counter. Full-blown panic swells inside her. Her stomach rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at a run for the nearest bathroom, just reaching a cubicle before

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,

She’s on her own…

*****

James

wrapping up for the day.

that suggests he’s glad of an excuse to see

I’d

I’ll get Ross to bring the car around. Meet you in the lobby in ten

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