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AN UNSYMPATHETIC CLIENT.
Criminal defense attorney Mitch Turner is tempted to turn down the most recent case that walks through his door because the prospective client, Candy Carlisle, sends out all the wrong vibes. He decides to take it, though, because he is concerned about Candy’s children.
The case has issues right from the beginning, and so does Candy.
A MANIPULATIVE CLIENT.
Mitch is not the first attorney on the case. The previous lawyer is only too happy to let him take over. Every time he thinks he knows something about Candy, he learns something new that makes him reassess. The former attorney was afraid of Candy, and Mitch starts to believe those fears are justified.
Candy also swears she didn’t kill her husband while their children slept upstairs, but the physical evidence says otherwise.
AN INNOCENT CLIENT?
The further Mitch digs, the more he dislikes his client, but he also becomes increasingly convinced Candy is innocent.
Proving it is going to be tough.
Is Mitch up for the task? Can he find the actual perpetrator to save Candy’s children from having to see their mother go to prison? Can he put his feelings about Candy to the side in his search for justice?
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“Ms. Carlisle,” I said, once I had taken a seat across from her behind my desk, “what is it that I can do for you?” The resemblance was remarkable. Barbara’s nose was more petite, Candy’s wider. The hair color was an exact match, as was the style. Candy had a mole just above her lip. There were some subtle differences around the eyes and chin. And some other physical differences as well. But it was like I was talking to my ex-girlfriend.
“I have been charged with murder,” Candy said as if the admission pained her. She sat her purse in the empty chair and clasped her hands in her lap, staring at me like she was trying to figure me out.
“My husband,” Candy said, her voice catching slightly as if she still could not accept it.
There was something behind her eyes as she spoke, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
Grief at his death? Relief he was gone?
I could not tell.
“When did this happen?”
“Four months ago.”
I arched an eyebrow. Most clients contacted me right after their arrest. This meant Candy was already represented and not happy with her attorney.
“You’re just coming to me now?”
“My other attorney is not working out.”