"A genuine whodunnit" (Kirkus Reviews)--Phillip Margolin, the master of the courtroom thriller, returns with A Matter of Life and Death, a classic mind-bending puzzle, as Attorney Robin Lockwood must face her most challenging case yet, with everything stacked against her client and death on the line.
Joe Lattimore, homeless and trying desperately to provide for his young family, agrees to fight in a no-holds-barred illegal bout, only to have his opponent die. Lattimore now finds himself at the mercy of the fight's organizers who blackmail him into burglarizing a house. However, when he breaks in, he finds a murdered woman on the floor and the police have received an anonymous tip naming him the murderer.
Robin Lockwood, an increasingly prominent young attorney and former MMA fighter, agrees to take on his defense. But the case is seemingly airtight—the murdered woman's husband, Judge Anthony Carasco, has an alibi and Lattimore's fingerprints are discovered at the scene. But everything about the case is too easy, too pat, and Lockwood is convinced that her client has been framed. The only problem is that she has no way of proving it and since this is a death case, if she fails then another innocent will die.
A Macmillan Audio production from Minotaur Books
Release date:
March 9, 2021
Publisher:
St. Martin's Publishing Group
Print pages:
320
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The rain pounded on Ian Hennessey’s windshield with the fury of a drum solo, making it almost impossible to see the road. It seemed like Ian’s bad day was never going to end.
The day hadn’t started badly. It had actually started as one of Ian’s best days. Shortly after court began, the young deputy district attorney had won a difficult motion to suppress. That victory had prompted the defendant to plead guilty in a case Ian was worried he might lose. His next case had resulted in another plea, ending his morning docket with two victories.
Ian left the courtroom with a big smile on his face. He was on his way to his office to boast about his victories when he received a phone call. An hour later, he was basking in the afterglow of the best sex he’d ever experienced. Then Ian’s wonderful day took a 180-degree turn, and the woman he loved threatened to destroy his life.
People sometimes said that they were in hell. Ian really felt that he was as close as you could come to the real thing. He knew that he wasn’t the best person. He’d listened to the podcasts and read the online articles about his generation. How they felt entitled and wanted it all right away without working for their goals like past generations. Ian fit the stereotype. His wealthy parents had indulged their only child and used their influence to get him places he didn’t deserve to be. And he had taken what they’d given without an ounce of gratitude. Then he’d been given a job he didn’t deserve and had taken for granted at first but had come to love; a job that could be ripped away from him at any moment, through no fault of his own.
“Turn here,” said Anthony Carasco.
Ian turned onto Carasco’s street, where multimillion-dollar mansions stood on large, manicured lots. Ian was surprised at how poor the street lighting was, considering the wealth of the people who lived here. Even with his brights on, the downpour was so powerful that he was having a hard time seeing the road. That’s why Ian was shocked when his high beams fell on a man who was standing in the middle of the street. Ian hit the brakes. The man froze in the glare, then threw an arm across his face.
“Who was that?” Carasco shouted as the apparition shot across the street and into the woods.
“I have no idea,” was Ian’s bewildered reply.
“It looked like he was coming from my house,” Carasco said.
Ian pulled into the driveway, and his passenger jumped out. Ian followed him inside, and his bad day got a lot worse.
PART ONE
THE OLDEST PROFESSION
TWO MONTHS AGO
CHAPTER ONE
Anthony Carasco was five seven with a slight build, dull brown hair, and bland features that made him hard to call to mind a day after you met him. When he was sober, Carasco was objective enough to know that it wasn’t his looks that made him attractive to women. But Carasco had a buzz on, and that’s why no warning bells went off when a stunning blonde with ivory skin, pouty red lips, sky-blue eyes, and a killer figure sat on the stool next to him in the bar in the San Francisco hotel and began making conversation.
“It’s really dead in here,” the blonde said.
“That’s because everyone is at the bar at the Fairmont,” Carasco answered.
“Why is that?”
“The American Bar Association convention is over there.”
“Are you a lawyer?” the blonde asked.
“I am. How about you?”
“I thought about it once, but it’s not for me. So, why are you here when your fellow lawyers are over there?”
“Too noisy,” Carasco said as he flashed a drunken smile. Then he held out his hand. “Tony Carasco.”
“Stacey Hayes,” the blonde said, returning the smile and holding Carasco’s hand a moment more than most women would. “Noise isn’t the only reason a man drinks alone,” she said when she released Carasco’s hand. “What’s the real reason?”
Carasco hesitated. Normally, he was very private, but he was a bit tipsy, and he was certain that he would never see Stacey Hayes again.
“It’s my wife. She called right before I was going down to the bar at the Fairmont, and we had another argument.” He shrugged. “After she hung up on me, I wasn’t in the mood to socialize.”
“That’s too bad.”
“It’s too bad we’re married, but divorce is out of the question.”
“With a name like Carasco, I’m guessing you’re Catholic. Is this a religious thing?”
Carasco laughed. “No, it’s a money thing. Betsy is loaded.”
“Aah!”
“Can I buy you a drink?” Carasco asked.
“That’s very nice of you.”
“You’re very nice.”
Hayes raised an eyebrow. “How can you tell? We’ve just met.”
“Well, first thing, you’re a sympathetic listener who’s kind enough to pay attention to the woes of a man twice your age.”
“I doubt you’re twice my age.”
“See, that proves my point. I’m down in the dumps, and you’re trying to cheer me up, even if it requires a little white lie.”
Hayes smiled. “Maybe I used to be a Girl Scout, and this is my good deed for the day.”
“Were you a Girl Scout?”
Hayes laughed. “Far from it.”
Carasco grinned. “Were you a wild child?”
Hayes looked him in the eye. “I was.”
“Are you still?”
“Maybe. Why do you ask?”
“I just had a crazy idea—and I don’t want to offend you—but would you like to have that drink in my room at the Fairmont? It’s a suite with a great view of the city.”
“That idea isn’t so crazy, and you make a very nice first impression…”
“But?”
“But I have to be straight with you, Tony. I’m a working girl.”
Carasco looked confused.
“I’m a professional escort.”
Carasco brightened. “Oh, I get it. I’m just a little slow, what with the booze and all. But, hey, that’s not a turn-off. In fact, it’s a turn-on.”
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