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Lawrence at the end of the corridor, talking to a woman who wore dungarees the colour of mud. With a shock, he realised who she was.
    Sinead Rogan had half a dozen badges pinned to her breast and grubby moccasins on her feet. Her dark hair was thick and hadn’t seen shampoo for some time. But something oddly familiar about her features struck Harry. Watching her interrupt Kim Lawrence, stabbing the air with her finger to emphasise a point, he realised what she reminded him of.
    â€˜Sinead was the model for your picture of Lady Godiva,’ he whispered.
    Finbar tapped himself on the chest and nodded. ‘In happier times, as they say in the newspapers.’
    When Sinead paused for breath, Kim Lawrence nodded briskly. She turned and, noticing Harry and Finbar, loped down the corridor towards them.
    â€˜Afternoon,’ she said to Harry. ‘I take it this is your client?’ She eyed Finbar with an ill-concealed distaste which contrasted with his admiring scrutiny of her tall and slender frame.
    This is all I need , thought Harry. Kim is up in arms on behalf of the wronged wife and miladdo is on the point of making a pass at her .
    Hastily, he asked, ‘Anything doing, Kim? Mr Rogan is ready to come to an amicable agreement, if that’s possible.’
    â€˜You’re well aware of what my client is looking for.’
    â€˜And you must be aware that she has no chance of getting it. Ask her to be realistic, and we can wrap this up in five minutes.’
    â€˜Mrs Rogan wants her day in court. She has received dreadful treatment from your client and she expects him to start paying for it, from this moment on.’
    â€˜I realise you have your instructions and I’m not suggesting Finbar here is a boy scout. But let’s talk things over. You’ll see from the list we’re in front of Buffalo Bill.’
    â€˜Judge Cody wouldn’t have been my choice to hear this case. Nevertheless, Mrs Rogan’s mind is made up. Unless her terms are met, we proceed.’
    â€˜You know as well as I do, Cody won’t allow any latitude with cross-examination. Anything that might make him late for the cup-tie this evening would definitely be out of order.’
    The weary scorn on Kim Lawrence’s face conveyed her opinion of the old men who made up a politically incorrect judiciary. She was known in the city as a champion of the oppressed, spokesperson for an equal rights pressure group and Chair of the local branch of the Miscarriages of Justice Organisation. Harry often read in the Echo about her leading candle-lit vigils for the unjustly accused or running in marathons to help finance a new refuge for battered wives. Perhaps the creases of tiredness around her eyes marked the first faint signs of compassion fatigue.
    â€˜What do you have in mind?’ she asked.
    Harry named a figure, which fell short of the maximum Finbar was willing to pay. A margin for negotiation was always required when dealing with a formidable opponent who acted for a stubborn client.
    â€˜No chance,’ said Kim Lawrence.
    â€˜Listen, darling,’ said Finbar, unable to contain himself any longer, ‘when a woman reaches a certain age...’
    In a tone cold enough to freeze the rest of the sentence on his lips, Kim Lawrence said, ‘I am not your darling, Mr Rogan. And I’ll be grateful if you’ll spare me your puerile pub philosophising.’
    Harry was beginning to lose hope. ‘Look, some allowances need to be made here. Do you know Mr Rogan’s business was torched last night? As of this moment he has no trading income whatsoever. What’s the wife after - blood?’
    â€˜That will do for a start,’ said a husky voice.
    Sinead Rogan had joined them. She sounded triumphant. For all her unkempt appearance, she exuded a raw physical energy and Harry could guess why Finbar had once found her attractive. At close range, he became aware of the smell of cats clinging to