Chapter Seventy-seven
‘Life’s a mystery to me. The more I know, the more I realise I don’t know.’
Matthew was slouched in a client’s swivel chair in Lena’s office. The building was quiet, except for the occasional obsessive lawyer who thought that working late on a Friday night was a clever way to conduct his life.
‘Sounds like a troubled love life,’ Lena answered.
They each held a glass of expensive Bordeaux, another mini-celebration of Angelo’s appeal verdict. A month had passed since his release from prison, and that time had passed in a series of celebrations involving various well-wishers and professional colleagues. Matthew’s permanent acceptance at his chamber’s floor had swiftly followed the sensational newspaper and television coverage of Angelo’s acquittal and the arrest of D
