Christopher Chizumu here. Senior partner at Chiz—” “Mr Chizumu. Good afternoon. What can I do for you?” As soon as she’d felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, Lexy had stepped out of Evie’s room. She pushed through the door from the corridor to the empty stairwell as she spoke, perched herself on the top step of the downward flight and wondered what bombshell the legal profession had in store for her now. She’d thought her business with Chizumu & Chizumu had been concluded, but clearly not. “Rather more a case of what we can do for you, I believe, Miss Shaw. I’ve just been speaking to Ms Hamilton in our Edinburgh office.” Lexy curbed her impatience. She knew precisely where the inimitable Ms Hamilton worked. “I understand you were talking to Ms Hamilton’s assistant about the tenancy agreement drawn up on Miss Reid’s croft in the Scottish Highlands.” “Yes that’s right, I was. He expressed surprise that it was in the current file when it should have been archived—”
