Chapter 66
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What do you mean Cynthia Princeton can’t represent me anymore?’
Ed held his hand to his head as the posh voice at the end of his phone continued.
‘Exactly that, Mr Duke. Due to unforeseen circumstances, we are having to put your case in the hands of Mister Dominic Westley.’
‘But he knows nothing about me. Or about the case. This is not good at all.’
‘Mister Westley is a very experienced member of our team here. Please don’t be concerned. Now, when can you come and meet with him?’
Ed put his phone back in his pocket and threw himself down on his sofa.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ he said aloud.
He needed de-stressing; maybe he could catch Gracie between events and persuade her to come back to his. He tried her mobile but it went straight through to answerphone. Strange, he noticed she’d been offline for hours as well. His instinct had already told him that she was not really with a friend last night. Not picking up his phone would be exactly what he would do if he was up to no good, too.
What was she playing at? Surely she hadn’t gone back to Lewis? It was bad enough losing his trusted barrister, let alone the woman who he was beginning to have real feelings for.