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

then “Mr Aldred is

catches in her throat. “When will he be free?

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

the receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr Aldred is

down the

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

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

reads,

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

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 the trial of Marco Romani

on the counter. Full-blown panic swells inside her. Her stomach rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at a run

scarlet-faced and sweating, Mitch leans over a basin, splashes cold water over her face, rinses the foul taste from

She’s on her own…

*****

James

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

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

I’d like Charlotte to

around. Meet you in

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