At Close Range
Tara Taylor Quinn
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Criminal court judge Hannah Montgomery is presiding over a murder trial in Phoenix, Arizona. When the jury finds the defendant, Bobby Donahue, not guilty, Hannah is convinced they've reached the wrong verdict. Especially when strange things start happening around her…
For one thing, a judge she's always trusted is making decisions she doesn't understand. For another, her pediatrician is being questioned in the deaths of several young patients—including Hannah's adopted son. The police say it was murder. Dr. Brian Hampton says he's been framed.
Still reeling from grief at the loss of her child, Hannah no longer knows who to believe, who's lying and who's not. Despite her faith in Brian, she begins to wonder if he's betrayed her. Is he connected with Donahue? Is he responsible for her son's death?
Or they would never work. Never be a real couple. “I… What paper?” At Close Range 49 Disappointed, Brian took a deep breath. Tried to put himself in her shoes. She was a young woman with few resources and a troubled four-year-old to raise. She’d just taken one of the biggest risks of her life, moving the two of them into his home. And he’d sort of, been accused of murder. She deserved his patience, if nothing else. “I saw you reading the article in the Sun News when I came in,” he told her,
something that was going to anger a large powerful group of thugs—a group known for getting away with unconscionable acts of violence? Moving with purpose, she left her chambers and looked both ways as she walked into the secure hallway outside her door and stepped toward the back entrance of the courtroom. Her job was to administer justice. Kenny Hill might be convicted by a jury of vetted American citizens. If that happened, she’d sentence him to prison—and society would be safer. But he had
died.” Her shoulders looked so fragile. Brian had to resist the urge to wrap an arm around them, to let her rest against him until she had the strength to stand alone. “No, really, I’m fine,” she said after another few words from William. “She was alive when I found her and I called Brian. He’s still here. “Yeah. We just ordered dinner.” Another several seconds passed as William spoke, though Brian could no longer hear him. “I agree.” Hannah briefly glanced up at Brian. “I know. I will.” Not used
smiles. “Go on,” Cynthia said, sitting forward to refill his wineglass. Only halfway. To go with the half he’d just had. One drink for him was all. He had patients to check on at the hospital early in the morning before heading to the office. “It turns out that her younger brother was a member of the Ivory Nation. When he found out that his sister was prosecuting one of his comrades, he tried to get her to step down from the case. She wouldn’t and he apparently lost control. He was the one behind
on the slacks he’d worn to work, fastening the fly over a belly that wasn’t quite as flat as it had been in law school—but was still more toned than most men his age. “Then you have to recuse yourself.” “I do not.” Hannah thought about getting up, too. About making herself less vulnerable. “Hannah,” he turned, his expression a curious mix of power and vulnerability. “You’re crazy if you think they’ll leave you alone on this one. These guys are insane. And have more power than God. Hell, Donahue