Living on opposite sides of London and moving in very different circles, they did not often meet, but they kept up with each other’s news on the phone and lunched on the few occasions when they were both free in London on the same day. Anna always gave Trish the feeling that she swam in a sea much wider – and sometimes even rougher – than the legal one Trish knew so well. As they sat down at a small table in the Chancery Lane wine bar Trish favoured, she was tempted to ask Anna’s advice about Blair Collons, not about her legal and ethical obligations to him as a client, but about his likely mental state and what she could – or ought – to do about that. If Kara were still alive and had seen him as he was in the Waterloo pub on Friday, Trish was sure she would have done something to help him. Even though he must have invented the story of a police and council conspiracy as a way of dealing with the shame of being sacked for gross misconduct, it had run away with him now.
