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 the

Aldred is not

throat. “When will he be free? I’ll call

indistinctly, Mitch hears, “No, I’ve a wife and

repeats, “Mr

slams down

backwards, hands clasped to her mouth, she fights for air, then she dashes for the door. White-faced, she sprints to the elevator,

looking for what is

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

she reads,

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

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 the trial of Marco

rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at

bowl, she loses her breakfast. Trembling, she flushes, then gags and vomits again. At length, scarlet-faced and sweating, Mitch leans over a

She’s on her own…

*****

James

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

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 here

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

Ross to bring the car around. Meet you in

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