By Kate Wilhelm
Travis Morgan's case turns out open-and-shut: a plot to kill his estranged father, fundamentalist preacher Arlie Morgan, is going awry and his bullet slays an blameless bookkeeper. eyewitnesses seal Travis' destiny. yet regardless of damning facts, Travis staunchly keeps his innocence. Beseeched through his anguished mom, veteran security legal professional Barbara Holloway consents to symbolize Travis. With the aid of her father legal professional Frank Holloway and crack deepest investigator Bailey, Barbara unearths a zealot, his ultra-rich backers, and unbelievable atrocities. Travis' case proceeds to trial, and Barbara unearths herself pitted opposed to a complacent felony method and a pass judgement on wanting to easily shut the case and retire. understanding she needs to interfere decisively to prevent a conviction, Barbara steps squarely into the trail of possibility. Risking her personal existence, Barbara confronts the killer so one can shop Travis' existence.
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Travis Morgan's case turns out open-and-shut: a plot to kill his estranged father, fundamentalist preacher Arlie Morgan, is going awry and his bullet slays an blameless bookkeeper. eyewitnesses seal Travis' destiny. yet regardless of damning facts, Travis staunchly keeps his innocence. Beseeched by means of his anguished mom, veteran security lawyer Barbara Holloway concurs to symbolize Travis.
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Floral seashore wasn't a lot of a city: six streets lengthy and 3 deep, its in simple terms impressive characteristic a strip of sand fronting the Pacific. It was once on that sandy seashore seventeen years in the past that the strangled physique of Jean Timberlake were found.
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The int we’d been given was sketchy. All we knew was that the limos had stuff in the boot that nobody was telling us much about, and three officials from the British High Commission were stranded alongside them. Their job had been to liaise with the Zaïreans and supervise the handover to the Americans. ‘Politically sensitive material,’ was all Captain Standish, the team’s rupert, was telling us. ’ The joke going round the team was that the most sensitive material of all was the stuff covering Annabel’s tits; she was one of the three from the High Commission and Standish had been shagging her from the day we’d arrived.
I picked up the handset. ‘Hello, this is Nick. ’ ‘The high commissioner. ’ I turned to Annabel. ’ She jumped from the wagon. Whoever was on the roof gun let off a long burst, which seemed to provoke a big commotion in the house. It sounded like the soldiers were agitated, and the general’s rants were right off the Richter scale. Annabel shouted above them for Gary. ’ I spoke into the handset. ’ I liked ordering high commissioners about. The next thing I heard was Frankenstein getting bollocked by the general as they came out into the courtyard together.
Standish was down on the Renault, talking to the High Commission and the Third Fleet, and anyone else who’d listen, by the sound of it. Annabel stuck to him like glue. As far as we knew – or could gather from what Standish was saying – the Americans were still steaming towards the Zaïre coast. There was still no clearance for fighter jets, and still no word on the helis. I got the feeling that a little backtracking was the order of the day. This job had been going on once a month and the cargo hadn’t been a problem as long as nobody knew about it.