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

breath catches in her throat. “When will he

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

receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr Aldred is not

down

she dashes for the door. White-faced, she sprints to the elevator, bangs on the call button then walks frantic

in the lobby, she spins, looking for

A newspaper… local…

The headline…

she reads, she

Romani Case outrage…

Prominent lawyer gunned down…

the grounds of the school attended by his nine-year-old daughter. The daughter herself is also reported as injured but recovering in hospital.

her. Her stomach rises. Pushing a fist to her mouth, she sets off at a run for the nearest bathroom, just

again. At length, scarlet-faced and sweating, Mitch leans

She’s on her own…

*****

James

for the day. Going for a drink with Michael and Charlotte. Want to

glad of an excuse to see

would bring her. I’d like

get Ross to bring the car around. Meet you

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