Best Wishes For Lawyers?

Sorry, I can’t help you there. But if I were you, I’d start with the police.”

“I don’t want to speak to them,” she said. “They’ll just tell me what he did and how it was my fault.” She paused for breath. After a while she added: “But they’ll have to take him away anyway.” Her voice wobbled uncontrollably at the end of her sentence; but then she straightened her shoulders and took another deep breath before continuing in an even tone: “When he woke up that morning, eighteen hours ago or whatever it is now, all he asked about was his daughter. He knew something had happened—something bad—but not exactly what it was. He wanted me to go down with him to see Vicky’s room—”

She closed her eyes for a moment as though concentrating on summoning back the memory of that last sight of their child’s bedroom; but when she opened them again, they were full of tears which quickly overflowed down into her grimy face until at last one tear rolled down each cheek without fear or hesitation. And then suddenly she started sobbing once more until finally Marje could stand no more—she put out both arms around Sandra’s trembling shoulders and pulled her close against her own body while murmuring comforting words under cover of Sandra’s sobs …

TWENTY-THREE

The lawyer who met us at the station was tall enough so

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