Then without a word, she turned on her heels and left. Tom watched her climb the stair and leave the house. He then watched as her sandals walked past...the heavy grill and then, within half a second, were gone. The car started up and the noise of the old engine soon disappeared into the distance.Tom sat down against the wall and listened to the old house creek. He could hear the waves in the bay and the birds that they had watched earlier. He certainly wasn’t free as a bird now.He looked down at. ” she gestured at the dessert.Isabella started with the strawberry and found it was actually raspberry. There was also hint of something familiar in it.“Felicity, what kind of ice cream is this?”“Vodka ice cream.” Felicity replied.Isabella laughed out loud. “Like we need any more alcohol!” but she continued eating.What she thought was vanilla was actually coconut. The chocolate was at least what she expected. Felicity joined her and by the time they finished they were more drunk than ever. The. Keep your ears open and mouth shut. Don't openly ask or look for what our client thinks is happening. If it's real I think you'll see it soon enough. Roger Kleinsmith is the one who owes me and got you on the set. Don't question him or the job may be in jeopardy." Boss, there's no way that Mary Gifford would do something like that. Her husband must be nuts!" Oh, is that so? Have you been following her even before we got the case? No? Listen up then, he's our client! Now hear this. There have. I bent on my knees and spoke to her for a while, motivated her to take legal actions and move on. As I was moving out she called me from behind.“I’m really scared, can’t sleep alone. Can you stay?”“don’t worry. I have locked the room door from outside.” I had locked the room door from outside in which her husband was sleeping. She tried getting up from the chair and screeched out of pain, she had a cut on her feet which we missed for treatment.“why didn’t you tell to doctor that you had got cut.