Dead Lawyers Don't Lie (Jake Wolfe, #1)

by Mark Nolan

In Jake’s opinion, Denton was a scowling nutcase who used her badge to bully people in

order to prop up her low self-esteem.

He reached into his backpack for his bottles of meds, but put them back without taking any. “After eliminating the first lawyer on my list, I believe I’ve earned myself a drink.”

Dick Arnold

The officer was a big guy with a

buzz cut and the muscular build of a weight lifter.

“Ryan, this is Jake, we served together in the Marine Corps infantry. You two

have something in common. Jake was a dog handler.” “I worked with a war dog named Duke, who was a Mal like your dog,” Jake said.

it was a call from Norman, his grouchy boss at the television/internet news station.

called the British man who was known by the code name “Chairman Banks.” Banks answered on the first ring, as if he’d been waiting for a call from his hired

gun, The Artist. “Is it done?” “Yes, one lawyer down and two more to go,” The Artist replied, speaking with a slight Russian accent.

“Quite nice to have a cleaner working for me

I have to maintain my fine figure,” Banks said and patted his ample stomach. Banks had a snobby, condescending manner about him.

Everything regarding his appearance spoke of old money, elitism and an inherited membership in the pedigreed upper class that looked down their noses

Banks was also generously proportioned around the waist,

The Artist enjoyed their verbal jousts, yet each man respected, feared and distrusted the other.

“I’m south of you at the moment, in Mexico City.

Banks, who routinely ordered men killed without a second thought,

Once inside his room, he peeled off his facial disguise,

He sat at the table and resumed drawing a charcoal sketch of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Working on art helped to focu...

He focused his mind on his plans to kill the next lawyer in a creative, memorable, and artistic way.

he saw memories in his mind’s eye—flashes of knife fights, gun battles, and carefully

orchestrated murders. Some of the killings had gone as planned; some of them had gone wrong. Such was life … and death.

and what all those tattoos of foreign words and symbols meant.

Jake took a picture of the birdhouse with its hidden camera.

Frank Tisdale, along with his income, age, occupation, photos,

The video showed a man walk past, heading away from the golf course and pushing a golf bag on a three-wheeled cart.

Jake slowed down the video and

saw a clear image of the ...

One of the golf clubs in the bag looked out of character. It seemed to be a bit too long. The shaft was the color of gunmetal and shaped...

As Tisdale went on, Jake fast-forwarded the video to the point where he saw himself walk past the first time, to meet with Terrell and the K9 Unit.

There were four video segments of the shooter—two of him pushing his golf cart past the camera as he was coming and going, and two as he drove past in an SUV, turned around in the cul-de-sac and passed

The unique series of vibrations told him it was from Chairman Banks—the

the highly annoying, highly generous, and highly dangerous man who

was going to pay him a large sum of...

The funds were in payment for the first attorney assassination and would be transferred to one of his many secret bank accounts in the Ca...

Next, he saw himself walking past the camera and

pushing his golf bag on a three-wheeled cart. Thankfully he’d been wearing a facial disguise, along with sunglasses and a hat.

The Artist gave a fatalistic shrug of his shoulders and said in Russian, “Pej do dná,” which meant

“drink to the bottom.”

In his home country of Russia, journalists were killed under mysterious circumstances every month.

He glanced over his shoulder once more before he opened the back

hatch, reached into a duffel bag and took out a new pair of license plates.

Now the vehicle had new license plates and advertised a

nonexistent tech company on three windows.

Hopefully, the disguise would work long enough for him to make the short drive to the hidden locatio...

but then a cloud seemed to pass across her eyes. She took a deep breath and nodded regretfully at him.

He found her intriguing; women who wore glasses and

read books were his weakness. He turned around and walked out of the building, failing to notice that the woman had stopped, turned, and looked back in his direction.