Chapter 18

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18 As his sister, I think I know what had happened to him during his d**g and alcohol binge better than he does. As Heather explained, most solicitors experience one of their long standing clients phoning in the middle of the night to tell them their eldest daughter had just killed a pedestrian, been caught with a cache of drugs, or maybe one of their sons had been arrested after a drunken brawl. You take it on, accepting it as part of the great human experience. My brother had really sunk to the bottom of the barrel, and I had co-opted her help as soon as I became aware. He was never at home, or if he was, he never answered the phone. I heard reports that he was seen looking like a dead beat and hopelessly drunk, either up in Kings Cross or down in Woolloomooloo, and it had been months

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