The sound muffles…
A hand over the speaker?
… then “Mr Aldred is not available.”
The breath catches in her throat. “When will he be free? I’ll call back.”
The muffling returns, but through it, indistinctly, Mitch hears, “No, I’ve a wife and children to consider…”
Then the receptionist’s voice repeats, “Mr Aldred is not available.”
Mitch slams down the receiver.
Stepping backwards, hands clasped to her mouth, she fights 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 slide open.
Down in the lobby, she spins, looking for what is sure to be there…
A newspaper… local…
The headline…
As she reads, she whimpers.
Romani Case outrage…
Prominent lawyer gunned down…
Chief pr
