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

by Mark Nolan

to make an effort not to laugh. Brian Tate bolted from his chair and railed at the jury. “How could you find him innocent when he was driving with a 0.15 blood alcohol level? Witnesses said he drank seven beers before he crashed into our car and almost killed my wife and kids!” Tate’s wife, Judy, sat next to him with her arm in a plaster cast. The twelve jurors seated in the jury box averted their eyes and didn’t reply to him. Tate turned and stared at Caxton and his client with the righteous fury of someone who had been cheated out of justice. Judge Emerson slammed his gavel down. “Order! Sit down, Mr. Tate.” Caxton and his client just sat there gloating, and trying not to laugh at Tate, the working man in his department store suit and tie.

and ties were all custom-made by the finest tailors in the Financial District. Caxton was used to having that level of helpless anger leveled at him by now. He couldn’t have cared less about it. He’d earned a reputation in San Francisco as the lawyer you loved to hate. But as he often said, being hated sure did pay well. Caxton’s favorite story was about a client who had asked him if he could seek justice. He’d