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Meet Claire Heller Chapman. A criminal defense attorney who's made a name for herself by taking on―and winning―the toughest cases, Claire still manages to have a relatively calm life as a Harvard Law School professor, devoted wife, and proud mother to six-year-old Annie. Until one night, when the family is out having dinner, a team of government agents bursts onto the scene…heading straight for Claire's husband.
Tom Chapman has been arrested for an atrocious crime he swears he did not commit. Claire is desperate to believe him―and prove his innocence―even when she learns that Tom once had a different name. And a different face. Now, in a top-secret court-martial conducted by the Pentagon, Claire will put everything on the line to defend the man she loves. But as the evidence keeps piling up, the less she knows who her husband really is…and the more he appears to be a cold-blooded murderer...in Joseph Finder's High Crimes.
with national security implications, and any conversations regarding it must be conducted in the SCIF.” “Whatever that stands for,” Claire said. Grimes caught her eye, which she took to mean Pay no attention to their instructions. “Next time we talk to your husband,” Grimes said, “I want to do it outside the brig. I don’t trust these guys. Who knows who might be listening in?” “They’re not allowed to listen in on conversations between attorney and client,” Embry said. “Oh, I see,” Grimes
this hearing, anything that happens here, may not be divulged outside this room.” “We do,” Waldron said. Grimes got to his feet. “Yes, sir, we do, but we want to assert that, by signing the statement of nondisclosure, we are in no way waiving our right to a public trial as guaranteed by the Sixth Amendment. The government has made no showing whatsoever as to why these proceedings should be classified.” Lieutenant Colonel Holt peered at him for a few seconds and cleared his throat. “Your
must have a copy somewhere,” Claire said. He flashed another orthodontically perfect smile. “Well, as a matter of fact, we might. But you wouldn’t believe what a mess our records are in. I could have one of my girls look. I’ll let you know if she turns anything up.” “And what’s it going to prove?” “It may or may not prove Marks is a liar. Look, no one’s going to testify against General Marks. But now maybe you won’t need that.” * * * Jackie was still up when Claire returned. They went into
got on Abbott, right now. You guys can stay up if you like, but it’s almost two A.M., and I’ve got to get some sleep if I’m going to be coherent with Abbott tomorrow morning.” CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE There was the light tap of a car horn, and Claire opened her front door. Grimes’s rusty silver Mercedes was sitting in her driveway. Saturday morning at six-thirty, and Thirty-fourth Street was deserted. The early-morning sunlight was pastel. A bird trilled musically, regular as a metronome. Her
in liberal jurisprudence.” She cast her gaze around the classroom, a Jack Benny poker face. A few students chortled. They knew her politics. She raised her voice a few decibels. “Terry v. Ohio. That great decision that permitted the police to shake people down for just about any reason whatsoever. Mr. Chief Justice Earl Warren giving one to the cops.” She swiveled her body suddenly. “Ms. Harrington, what if the cops burst into your apartment one evening. Without a search warrant. And they find