Why Aren't They Screaming? (1988) - Plot & Excerpts
Chapter 9 ‘You should eat something, you’ll feel terrible tomorrow.’ ‘I’ll feel terrible anyway. I couldn’t eat, not a thing. I’d be sick.’ John Tracey shrugged and didn’t press the matter. Loretta leaned across to the low table in front of her and picked up the brandy bottle. It clinked against the rim of her glass as she poured herself another generous helping. Aware that Tracey was watching her, she sipped it gently instead of finishing it in two or three gulps as she had the first. ‘Thanks for rescuing me,’ she said, cradling the tumbler on her knees, which were drawn up under her skirt. ‘I thought they were never going to let me go. They were even muttering about charging me with – obstructing the course of justice or something.’ ‘I know,’ Tracey said grimly. ‘I nearly hit that bastard Bailey. I was there nearly two hours before he’d even talk to me. It was only when I started shouting about habeas corpus and getting the Herald lawyer that they began taking notice.’ ‘He must be good.’ ‘Who?’ ‘The Herald lawyer.
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