He leant back in his faux-leather chair, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a smile. It had been a good day. He had made only the briefest of appearances at the Old Bailey, his client giving a plea of guilty at just the right moment to get credit from the judge and for Adrian Fiddler & Co. Solicitors, to collect a handsome fee. Yes, business was coming along nicely and even the inheritance and wills side of things was doing well. He would, he reminded himself, have to look at those Carly Jowitt papers tomorrow. Funny business that one. The husband had probably killed her. That was usually how it went. Shame, nice girl like that. He opened his eyes to adjust the green glass shade on the faux-brass lamp on his desk so that the light did not shine in his face. He liked turning out the rest of the lights and just using the lamp. It made a pool of light around him and made the office feel bigger. The room was dark except for his island of yellow and green glow.
