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"Bernhardt is a master legal tour guide, taking the reader through the labyrinth of the judicial system of America's heartland."
Ben Kincaid is not a superstar attorney. In Tulsa, Oklahoma, there are only a few lawyers who win headlines and big bucks. So when the notorious Apollo Consortium offers Ben a job as their in-house counsel, he takes it--for the money.
The violence in the streets outside the Apollo is nothing compared to the backstabbing politics of the firm. And when Ben wins his first case, he unwittingly sets up some bitter rivalry with his colleagues--rivalry that will culiminate in a fellow lawyer's dead body and Ben charged with murder.
"Ben Kincaid is a refreshing change from the omniscient, holier-than-thou attorney/investigators whose courtroom acrobatics and aerial law displays are more show than substance."
Deadly Justice A Ben Kincaid Novel of Suspense (Book Three) William Bernhardt A MysteriousPress.com Open Road Integrated Media Ebook for Joe and Barbara CONTENTS PROLOGUE PART ONE TENNESSEE GOLD CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN PART TWO PENNIES AND BUTTERFLIES
was your first day as homme d’affaires for Apollo?” “Incredible. I can’t believe the treatment I’ve been getting. They’ve really rolled out the red carpet.” “Enjoy it while it lasts, chum.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing in particular. I just know megacorporations don’t do anything expensive without a reason. There must be a catch. You just haven’t spotted it yet.” She punched an overstuffed cushion. “You’ve been too busy enjoying the empirical evidence.” “What a cynic. What’s your
the morning. He’d been in the library since midnight—and that was after completing a full eight-hour shift on the switchboard. The library was in the basement of the central headquarters building. It still looked like a basement, too—it was dank, poorly ventilated, and lit by a single phosphorescent lamp dangling from the ceiling. Not exactly ideal working conditions. But his diligence was paying off. He was slowly assembling a profile of the serial killer and how he operated. The perpetrator
you’re beautiful.” He walked slowly into the bathroom. His black boots clickety-clacked against the tile floor. “You’re making me hard.” “Hey now, don’t start getting all excited. You have to wait.” His smile faded, just a touch. “I’m not very good at waiting. I want what I want—now.” “Look, Romeo, you promised I could have a bath.” “And you shall,” he said, spreading his arms wide. “You may bathe all night. You may bathe forever.” “There you go again.” Giggling, she dropped her underclothes
watering up. Just ignore him, he told himself. You can’t afford to be distracted now. Ben watched Fielder float effortlessly across the telephone pole. He seemed to have no fear at all; he acted as if it really was just a curb on the ground. A heartbeat later, Fielder was on the wires and moving steadily toward Ben. “End of the chase,” Fielder said. “Strap on your parachute. What—you don’t have one? Pity.” Ben moved as quickly as he could without plummeting to the ground. It was no use.