But Fred was glancing at his watch, looking anxious. ‘I’m urgently needed at a calving. Tell you what, you’ll be seeing Raff again in court. Raff’ll tell you what you need.’
‘How did you know…?’
‘Everyone knows everything in Banksia Bay,’ Fred said. ‘I know where you’re supposed to be right now. I know Raff’s had the case set back half an hour and I hear Judge Weatherby’s not happy. He’s fed up with Raff though, not you, so chances are you’ll get Baxter off. Which no one in Banksia Bay will be happy about. But hey, if your fees go toward buying dog food, then who am I to argue? Get Baxter off, then talk to Raff about dog food. He gets a discount at the Stock and Station store.’
‘Why?’
‘Because Raff has one pony, two dogs, three cats, two rabbits and, at last count, eighteen guinea pigs,’ Fred said, handing her Kleppy and starting to clear up. ‘His place is a menagerie. It’s a wonder he didn’t take this one but I guess even Raff has limits. He has a lot on his plate. See you later, love. Happy wedding and happy new dog.’
CHAPTER TWO
SHE couldn’t go to the Stock and Station store now. That’d have to wait until she’d talked to Raff. Still, Kleppy obviously needed something. What? Best guess.
She stopped at the supermarket and bought a water bowl, a nice red lead with pictures of balls on it and a marrowbone.
She drove to the courthouse and Kleppy lay on the passenger seat and looked anxious. His tail had stopped wagging.
‘Hey, I saved you,’ she told him. ‘Look happy.’
He obviously didn’t get the word
What was she going to do with him while she was in court?
She drove her car into her personal parking space. How neat was this? She remembered the day her name had gone up. Her parents had cracked champagne.
It was a fine car park. But…it was in full sun.
She might not be a dog person but she wasn’t dumb. She couldn’t leave Kleppy here. Nor could she take him home-or not yet-not until she’d done something about dog-proofing. Her parents? Ha! They’d take him right back to Fred.
So she drove two blocks to the local park. There were shade trees here and she could tie him by her car. Anyone passing would know he hadn’t been abandoned.
She hoped Kleppy would know it, too.
She gave him water and his bone and he slumped on the ground and looked miserable.
Maybe he didn’t know it.
She looked at him and sighed. She took off her jacket-her lovely tailored jacket that matched her skirt exactly- and she laid it beside Kleppy.
He sniffed it. The paw came out again-and he inched forward on his belly until it was under him.
Her very expensive jacket was on dirt and grass, and under dog. Her professional jacket.
She didn’t actually like that jacket anyway; she preferred less serious clothes. She was five foot four and a bit…mousy. But maybe lawyers should be mousy. Her shiny brown hair curled happily when she let it hang to her shoulders but Philip liked it in a chignon. She had freckles but Philip liked her to wear foundation that disguised them. She had a neat figure that looked good in a suit. Professional. Lawyers should be professional.
She’d given up on
Oh, but Kleppy looked sad.
‘I’ll be back at midday,’ she told him. ‘Two hours, tops. Promise. Then we’ll work out where we go from here.’
Where? She’d think of something. She must.
Maybe Raff…
There was a thought.
Fred had said Raff had a menagerie. What difference would one dog make? Once upon a time, he’d had seven.
Instead of advice, maybe she could persuade him to take him.
‘You’d like Rafferty Finn,’ she told Kleppy. ‘He’s basically a good man.’ Good but flawed-
But how to talk him into it? Or Philip into the alternative?
It was too hard to think of that right now. She grabbed her briefcase and headed to the courthouse without looking back. Or without looking back more than half a dozen times.
Kleppy watched her until she was out of sight.
Heart twist. She didn’t want to leave him.
It couldn’t matter. Her work was in front of her and what was more important than work?
What was facing her was the case of The Crown versus Wallace Baxter.
Wallace was one of three Banksia Bay accountants. The other two made modest incomes. Wallace, however, had the biggest house in Banksia Bay. The Baxter kids went to the best private school in Sydney. Sylvia Baxter drove a Mercedes Coupe, and they skied in Aspen twice a year. They owned a lodge there.
‘Lucky investments,’ Wallace always said but, after years of juggling, his web of dealings had turned into one appalling tangle. Wallace himself wasn’t suffering-his house, cars, even the ski lodge in Aspen, were all in his wife’s name-but there were scores of Banksia Bay’s retirees who were suffering a lot.
‘It’s just the financial crisis,’ Wallace had said as Philip and Abby had gone over his case notes. ‘I can’t be responsible for the failure of overseas banks. Just because I’m global…’
Because he was global, his financial dealings were hard to track.
This was a small case by national standards. The Crown Prosecutor who covered Banksia Bay should have retired years ago. The case against Wallace had been left pretty much to Raff, who had few resources and less time. So Raff was right- Philip and Abby had every chance of getting their client off.
Philip rose to meet her, looking relieved. The documents they needed were in her briefcase. He kept the bulk of the confidential files, but it was her job to bring day to day stuff to court.
‘What the…?’
‘Did Raff tell you what happened?’
Philip cast Raff a look of irritation across the court. There was no love lost between these two men-there never had been. ‘He said you had to take a dog to the vet, to get it put down. Isn’t that his job?’
‘He had cars to move.’
‘He got here before you. What kept you? And where’s your jacket?’
‘It got dog hair on it.’ That, at least, was true. ‘Can we get on?’
‘It’d be appreciated,’ the judge said dryly from the bench.
So she sat and watched as Philip decimated the Crown’s case. Maybe his irritation gave him an edge this morning, she thought. He was smooth, intelligent, insightful-the best lawyer she knew. He’d do magnificently in the city. That he’d returned home to Banksia Bay-to her-seemed incredible.
Her parents thought so. They loved him to bits. What was more, Philip’s father had been her brother Ben’s godfather. They were almost family already.
‘He almost makes up for our Ben,’ her mother said over and over, and their engagement had been a foregone conclusion that made everyone happy.
Except… Except…
Don’t go there.
She generally didn’t. It was only in the small hours when she woke and thought of Philip’s dry kisses, and thought why don’t I feel…why don’t I feel…?
