The Third Victim (Robin Lockwood, #1)

by Phillip Margolin

“I … I still have nightmares, Harry.” “I know, but they’ll stop and you’ll get better. No one should ever have to go through what you did, but look at how you dealt with it. You didn’t cave; you didn’t fold like some people would. You were strong and you escaped all by yourself. No one helped you. “You’re one tough cookie, Ms. Fenner, and because

This is crap and obviously written by a man who is clueless. The worst thing to say to a victim of sexual assault.

When she made it clear that was where she was bound, hubby number one opted out of the marriage.

Jackson Wright was dressed in pressed jeans, a black turtleneck, and a black leather jacket and still resembled the muscular tight end he had been in high school before being expelled for assaulting a teacher. Several of her contacts in Vice had told Anders that Jackson provided muscle and sold dope for Miles Poe. There had been an APB out for Wright as soon as Arnold Prater identified him as the prime suspect in Miles Poe’s murder.

Jackson Wright Jackson Wright Within 1 paragraph --- 3 sentences

“Good morning, Mr. Mason,” Robin said. Mason looked harried and he only nodded. He had been cold and distant during jury selection and opening statements and Regina had had to remind him frequently to appear to be engaged in his own trial.

The problem I have here is that Mason is an attorney, and quite a ruthless one by previous description. However, he does not appear to have been too involved in his own case. That seems out of character.

“How do you think it went?” Alex Mason asked anxiously as Regina and Robin packed away their papers after court recessed. “Very little the witnesses said implicated you,” Regina told him. “Who is Bergland calling next?” “Allison Mason,” Regina replied.

As an attorney, this seems out of character. Why wouldnt Robin's answer be "your wife" rather than "Allison Mason"?

For decades, the Pearl had been a dusty, decaying warehouse district populated by the homeless. Then the developers moved in. Seemingly overnight, the grimy, run-down buildings were replaced by gleaming high-end condos, in restaurants, and chic boutiques. McGill’s Gym was on the bottom floor of one of the few old brick buildings that had escaped gentrification. It was dimly lit and filled with the sweat stink you never found in the modern, air-cooled, disinfected workout emporiums patronized by young professionals and those trying to outwit Father Time. Robin had joined McGill’s because it was home to boxers and MMA fighters who would spar with her on days she didn’t pump iron.

The author really likes this paragraph ! It's nearly word for word the opening paragraph in his next book.