| Author: | William Bernhardt | ISBN: | 9781453277133 |
| Publisher: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road | Publication: | October 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road | Language: | English |
| Author: | William Bernhardt |
| ISBN: | 9781453277133 |
| Publisher: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road |
| Publication: | October 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road |
| Language: | English |
From “a first-rate storyteller”: An ex-corporate lawyer in Oklahoma starts a new career defending the innocent (Tulsa World).
Ben Kincaid is too honest for corporate law. When his refusal to compromise his ideals gets him tossed out of Tulsa’s largest, most corrupt firm, he hangs out his shingle on the rough side of town. He works for peanuts—and occasionally chickens—but is safe in the knowledge that he is helping people who have nowhere else to turn. His newest client is also one of his oldest friends: Christina McCall, a onetime colleague in the world of corporate law. Christina is beautiful, daringly dressed, and on trial for a murder she didn’t commit.
The last thing Christina remembers is the smell of her mother’s perfume. When she comes out of her stupor, her client is dead, the gun is in her hand, and the police are cuffing her wrists. Proving her innocence may be an impossible, but the impossible is becoming Kincaid’s specialty.
From “a first-rate storyteller”: An ex-corporate lawyer in Oklahoma starts a new career defending the innocent (Tulsa World).
Ben Kincaid is too honest for corporate law. When his refusal to compromise his ideals gets him tossed out of Tulsa’s largest, most corrupt firm, he hangs out his shingle on the rough side of town. He works for peanuts—and occasionally chickens—but is safe in the knowledge that he is helping people who have nowhere else to turn. His newest client is also one of his oldest friends: Christina McCall, a onetime colleague in the world of corporate law. Christina is beautiful, daringly dressed, and on trial for a murder she didn’t commit.
The last thing Christina remembers is the smell of her mother’s perfume. When she comes out of her stupor, her client is dead, the gun is in her hand, and the police are cuffing her wrists. Proving her innocence may be an impossible, but the impossible is becoming Kincaid’s specialty.
