By Perri O'Shaughnessy
The hot York occasions bestselling Nina Reilly novels have dazzled either readers and critics with their crackling mixture of felony suspense and taut human drama. Now Perri O'Shaughnessy, hailed as "smart", "gripping", and "complex" through the San Francisco Chronicle, brings us her best--and so much explosive--Nina Reilly novel yet.Amid the glowing snow-swept mountains of Lake Tahoe, Nina Reilly has made a house, juggling the calls for of her one-woman legislations perform and elevating a teenage son by myself. Now Nina has taken on a case that would threaten every little thing she holds expensive, drawing her right into a tangled net of loyalties and alliances inside considered one of Lake Tahoe's such a lot well-known households. Her shopper: a guy accused of murdering his personal brother--on the ski slopes of Tahoe. The legislation says Nina needs to provide Jim powerful the absolute best protection. yet Strong's relations has grew to become violently opposed to him, and unexpectedly Nina is on the middle of the typhoon. As she works a mistaken and troubling case and will get swept into an unforeseen love affair, the 2 facets of Nina's existence come crashing together...in the final word act of malice.
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The face had looked like Jim’s, the hair lighter and longer, the face younger but no less intense. ‘‘Yes. Alex. First he dies on me, then all this. It’s the worst week in my whole life. I’m licked. I can’t handle it. I need help. ’’ She allowed herself to feel a slight sympathy. He had lost his brother. She, too, had a brother. She had experienced grief, also, that lightless sea that rolls in, drowning everything. But the truth was, almost every person who walked through the door and into her office had experienced misfortune.
And there? See how she’s compensating? She’ll never be pain free again. She needs another MRI. I think I missed something. ’’ So Nina called a last-minute follow-up deposition of this doc, and he muttered darkly about hip replacements and chronic pain syndrome down the road, which would probably necessitate expensive surgery. By the time he finished, opposing counsel was on the phone to his boss in some fifty-story building somewhere, whining for a bigger reserve. On the third day before the trial was to begin, this lawyer made a reasonable offer, which Nina, biting her fingernails even as she spoke on the phone, rejected.
Stumbling in the awful din, which now included shouting and howling magnified by the fine acoustics in the bathroom, she climbed a stool and reached for the smoke alarm, vividly remembering how her father, maddened by the noise, had once shot his off the wall. The remainder of the evening, what there was of it, was calm. By ten o’clock, somehow, Bob was in bed, his algebra mostly done. Month to month, like him, his room metamorphosed. The skateboarding and surfing posters on his bedroom walls had given way to Asian and African themes: Jackie Chan kickboxing his way out of a verdant rainforest and a couple of African masks he had found at a flea market.