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Genres
Legal stories
Mystery fiction
Published
New York : Atria Books 2015.
Language
English
Main Author
John T. Lescroart (-)
Edition
First Atria Books hardcover edition
Physical Description
308 pages ; 24 cm
ISBN
9781476709215
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Review by Booklist Review

Lescroart regulars Dismas Hardy, Abe Glitsky, and Wyatt Hunt return to contribute wit and expertise, but they take a backseat this time to Dismas' daughter, Rebecca, a rookie attorney in her father's firm who is quickly developing her own legal instincts. Here Rebecca lands her first murder case, defending Greg Treadway, an apparent good guy charged with murdering a teenage foster child. Treadway was an advocate for the brother of the victim, Anlya Paulson, and he became a quick suspect when investigators uncovered evidence that he'd lied about having a romantic relationship with Anlya and about the evening he spent with her just before she was killed. The case against Treadway looks solid, but Rebecca executes some surprisingly adept legal maneuvers, while Wyatt searches for evidence pointing toward another killer. The investigative and courtroom story lines are woven together seamlessly, and readers will become quickly invested in the outcomes, as Lescroart plays Rebecca's growing cynicism against the gut-wrenching betrayals Anlya suffered. Lescroart's popularity as a legal-thriller author only stands to grow as his firm adds another strong lead character to the mix.--Tran, Christine Copyright 2015 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Each of the protagonists in Lescrorat's four series-lawyer Dismas Hardy, San Francisco DA Wes Farrell, his special investigator Abe Glitsky, and private eye Wyatt Hunt-are all present for the author's 25th novel, but it's Hardy's daughter, Rebecca, who takes first chair in this murder trial, defending the likable Greg Treadway. A middle-school teacher and volunteer advocate for foster children, Treadway is being accused of murdering one of those foster children, a 17-year-old named Anlya Paulson with whom he was supposedly having an affair. It's Rebecca's first time in a lead role in a murder trial, and her aggressive opponent has never lost a prosecution. Colacci has been narrating the author's legal thrillers for so long that his interpretations of the main characters are established. As always, his Farrell is a little higher pitched and nasal than the slower-speaking, more thoughtful Hardy. In this instance, his Rebecca sounds acceptably feminine, smart, with a touch of apprehension and nervousness that disappears once she's stumbled through her debut day in court and stands ready to do battle. Colacci's interpretive skill is just as effective in capturing others in the cast-best of all is his portrayal of the suspect Greg, whose winning charm and charisma begin to wilt once the going gets rough. An Atria hardcover. (May) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Dismas Hardy's daughter, Rebecca, the most junior associate at his law firm, gets her own first case, and it's a doozy.The San Francisco legal system has made little progress lately on homicide cases involving African-American victims, and rabble-rousing city supervisor Liam Goodman, along with his rabble, is turning up the heat. So when Anlya Paulson, 17, takes a header from the Bush Street overpass to land on the hood of a Subaru passing through Stockton Street below, district attorney Wes Farrell sends mixed-race Inspector Abe Glitsky over from his own office to help Inspectors Eric Waverly and Ken Yamashiro. Soon enough, a gift falls in their laps: Greg Treadway, a schoolteacher who's serving as Court Appointed Special Advocate for Anlya's twin brother, Max. Greg had dinner with Anlya hours before she died, and his first statement to the cops fudges on several key details. That's good enough for the SFPD, who hustle him off to jail. Rebecca, who met Greg only a few minutes before he made that first statement, agrees to represent him, and the game is afoot. The circumstantial evidence against her client piles up, and The Beck, as Hardy calls her, makes several greenhorn mistakes in court. But she also pokes unexpected holes in several witnesses' testimonies. Meanwhile, events conspire to put three alternative suspects into play: Royce Utlee, the pimp who's partnered with Anlya's friend Honor Wilson to manage a stable of prostitutes; Leon Copes, the former live-in boyfriend of Anlya's and Max's mother, Sharla, who molested the girl before the twins were removed to foster care; and Ricardo Salazar, a killer who escaped trial in California only to kill again in Minnesota. "You're never going to believe what just happened," as The Beck's roommate tells her at one point, could be a motto, for better or worse, for the whole wild tale. The final twist, however, is sadly predictable. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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The Fall 1 THE BODY FELL straight out of the sky. Those were the words in her original statement, and that was exactly how it had appeared to Robyn Owen. No foreshadowing, no warning. She had just turned right out of the Sutter-Stockton garage and was about to enter the tunnel when all at once the body fell out of the sky and landed on the hood of her brand-new Subaru. The head bounced against the windshield, shattering the safety glass into a spiderweb. Robyn had slammed on her brakes as she screamed. She'd been going fast enough to send the body flying, rag doll-fashion, what seemed an impossibly long distance in front of her. The time was exactly 11:03 P.M. on her dashboard clock. She was leaving the parking garage after a nice dinner at Campton Place--and no, she was not drunk!, as she'd told the police officers about a hundred times, blowing into a breathalyzer twice to prove it. Before turning, she had checked to her left for oncoming traffic in her lane and noted the car about a block down, coming toward her. This turned out to be the BMW that had tried to stop after Robyn had slammed on her own brakes, but still plowed into her after the impact. Robyn hadn't been speeding. The Beemer had not been speeding, either: It hadn't forced her to super-accelerate out into her lane; it was a normal safe distance from her when she had turned. Robyn did not lay rubber coming out of the garage. She couldn't have stopped or slowed to keep from hitting the woman, because she never saw her, never had even a hint of her existence, until she landed on the Subaru's hood. There hadn't been anything she could have done that would have led to a different outcome. And who was going to pay for the repair to her car? Did insurance cover bodies that fell out of the sky? She suspected it did not. Excerpted from The Fall by John Lescroart All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.