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horsepower than sense to finish him off.’
    Harry groped for words. No one was more keenly aware than he that road disasters can change lives, as well as destroying them. His parents had been killed by a fire engine frantically responding to a 999 call which proved to be a hoax. And he had once watched as another spectacular crash, to this day etched in his mind, had helped in part to avenge the murder of his wife.
    â€˜If there’s anything I can...’
    â€˜Thanks, but there’s nothing at present,’ said Heather.
    Harry detected a tremor in her voice but in an instant it was gone. She said she was okay, the kids were okay, the hospital wouldn’t welcome outside visitors until people had a clearer idea about Jim’s condition. She would keep in close touch.
    After hanging up, Harry went to talk to the staff. Life must go on, and so must the legal process: clients still had wills to make, houses to buy and sell, businesses to trade.
    â€˜I’ll take all his property files,’ offered Sylvia Reid. Traces of tears stained her cheeks. A plump and serious girl, she’d been distressed by the news about Jim. He had been her principal during her two years as an articled clerk and to the partners’ surprise - and considerable relief - after qualifying as a solicitor she had stayed on instead of moving elsewhere. Given the modest level of salaries which were all Crusoe and Devlin could afford, there could be no surer sign of loyalty.
    They were in Jim’s room, confronting a mountain of files and must-do memo notes. Harry flipped open his partner’s diary.
    â€˜You can handle both the completions this morning? Fine. And what’s this appointment in the afternoon regarding a contract for Crow’s Nest House?’
    â€˜That will be Mrs. Graham-Brown. A big sale, no purchase. Everything has to happen yesterday - you know the sort of thing.
    Harry’s skin prickled. An opportunity to see the lovely Rosemary again was a chance too good to miss.
    â€˜As a matter of fact,’ he lied, ‘I know a little about the file. Leave it to me. I’ll see her.’
    Sylvia could not conceal her amazement. Conveyancing and Harry Devlin had as much in common as karaoke and Kiri te Kanawa.
    â€˜Are you sure?’
    â€˜Do me good to brush up on the non-contentious work,’ he said, straight-faced. He located the file and returned to his room feeling pleased with himself, although he realised he was behaving absurdly. The woman was married to a rich man and would soon be leaving the country - the situation would challenge even Finbar Rogan’s seductive wiles. Harry knew that he should not even fantasise about Rosemary. No good could come of it. And yet...
    The morning flew by. At lunchtime he went out to buy a sandwich and saw the builders gathered together in a huddle, talking in low Irish voices. Their expressions were sullen and an atmosphere of suspicion hung over the courtyard. He hurried past, wondering when the construction work would be finished. He remembered that the Anglican Cathedral had taken most of the twentieth century to complete; perhaps the same firm had been hired for the job in Fenwick Court.
    As he got back to his desk, the phone was ringing.
    â€˜Harry, would you mind if I speak to Finbar, please?’ Melissa Keating said.
    â€˜He’s not here,’ Harry replied, puzzled.
    â€˜Really? He didn’t keep his appointment to discuss the insurance compensation after the fire?’
    â€˜What appointment?’
    Too late to keep the surprise out of his voice, Harry realised he must be letting his client down. Finbar had obviously been using him as an alibi. ‘Wait a minute,’ he added hastily, feeling shame at his half-hearted entry into a masculine conspiracy to mislead, ‘perhaps he did mention...’
    â€˜Forget it,’ said Melissa. Her voice was muffled; he sensed she was close to tears. ‘I understand