Twenty-Six Years Ago
Mitch sits on the cold slab. Eyes red-rimmed, hugging herself, she rocks on the seat.
The door clangs open.
“You…” The officer says no more, simply thumbing out of the door.
Out in the office the lawyer, Theo, stands waiting. Dark-suited, briefcase in hand, he regards Mitch without expression. “Miss Kimberley.”
The duty officer jabs a finger at a sheet. “Sign.”
Her eyes rise. “What’s happening?”
Theo says, “You’ve been bailed, but you and I need a talk. On behalf of Mr Devlin.”
“Please, I need to talk with Max himself.”
Curtly, “Mr Devlin does not want to talk to you, Miss Kimberley. He is a very busy man. He accepted your call and assigned me out to assist you. That is the extent of his involvement with you.” He sniffs. “I’ll not presume to guess why he did t
