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Criminal court judge Hannah Montgomery is presiding over a murder trial in Phoenix, Arizona. When the jury finds the defendant, Bobby Donahue, not guilty, Hannah is convinced they've reached the wrong verdict. Especially when strange things start happening around her…
For one thing, a judge she's always trusted is making decisions she doesn't understand. For another, her pediatrician is being questioned in the deaths of several young patients—including Hannah's adopted son. The police say it was murder. Dr. Brian Hampton says he's been framed.
Still reeling from grief at the loss of her child, Hannah no longer knows who to believe, who's lying and who's not. Despite her faith in Brian, she begins to wonder if he's betrayed her. Is he connected with Donahue? Is he responsible for her son's death?
- Sales Rank: #3117951 in Books
- Published on: 2008-12-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x 1.01" w x 4.21" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 384 pages
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Members of the Phoenix press filled her courtroom. Tension filled her gut. Maricopa County Superior Court Judge Hannah Montgomery leaned forward.
"We are back on the record with case number CR2008-000351. Would those present please identify themselves?"
Hannah heard the attorneys state their names for the record. She knew both lawyers well. Had been listening to them drone on for six days now in this trial that seemed as though it would never end.
But she wasn't looking at them.
Her eyes locked on the dark-suited man who'd just slipped quietly into the back of the room. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about him. He was twenty-nine years old. Average height. Average weight. His straight brown hair was thick and short. Wholesome. Businesslike.
Hannah couldn't seem to pull her focus away from him. Because she'd been dreading this moment for the entire nine months she'd been administering this hideous case? If so, the nondescript man would have been a disappointment.
Surely an icon, a godlike figure to his followers, should stand out more.
He met her gaze and nodded, his expression properly respectful. Taking a seat in the second row, arms at his sides, he glanced around with an air more curious—more childlike—than controlling.
Jaime, Hannah's bailiff, cleared her throat, catching Hannah's attention.
Robert Keith, attorney for the defense, had rein-troduced the young man at his side, Kenny Hill. Mr. Hill, wearing a navy suit today, made eye contact with the jury.
Just as he did every time he was introduced.
The eighteen-year-old had more bravado than years and sense combined. As had his Ivory Nation compatriot who'd sat in that very seat twelve months earlier, in a trial almost as long as this one. That kid, another young "brother" in Arizona's most influential white supremacist organization, had cried in the end, though, when Hannah had sentenced him to twenty years for breaking and entering, kidnapping and weapons theft.
Her judgment had been overturned on appeal while Hannah was taking family leave, mourning for the adopted son she'd lost to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. A mistrial had been declared and that young man was free.
Sweating beneath the black folds of her robe, Hannah glanced at Keith. "You may call your next witness."
"The defense calls Bobby Donahue, Your Honor."
"Mr. Donahue." She forced herself to look at him again. And to look away. "Please step forward and be sworn in." She indicated Jaime, who'd risen from her seat to Hannah's left.
"Please raise your right hand and state your name." Jaime's voice didn't falter, and Hannah made a mental note to congratulate her youngest employee. Jaime had been nervous at the prospect of facing this dangerous leader.
"Bobby Donahue."
Bobby. Not Robert. Not Robert G. Just Bobby.
Bobby, who couldn't appear that morning, in spite of the subpoena, due to a Wednesday church service he'd officiated without absence for more than five years. Bobby, who'd offered to appear in her court at 1:30 that afternoon instead.
In the interests of justice and saving the state the money it would cost to enforce the original subpoena, Hannah had approved the request.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth…"
Jaime's voice faded as Hannah watched the witness, getting too clear a glimpse of the man's eyes. Ghost. God. Infallible. Unstoppable. All words she'd heard applied to Bobby Donahue over the years.
"I do." Donahue regarded Jaime with apparent respect.
He's vindictive. That was the warning Hannah and her staff had been given by other court employees, the press, even the honorable William Horne, Hannah's social companion and fellow judge who'd officiated far more Ivory Nation trials than Hannah.
While he had yet to get caught at any offense, Bobby Donahue never allowed a wrong to go unpunished, a disloyalty to go unavenged.
Or so they said.
And Hannah, having fought her way off the streets and into college, didn't compromise the law for anyone.
Dr. Brian Hampton was not in the mood to cooperate. Especially with a reporter. And dammit, why wasn't Hannah answering her phone? She'd said she was staying in her chambers for lunch, preparing for the afternoon session of a trial that was taking far too much out of her.
That last was his assessment. Not hers.
Not that he'd told her so. As a friend he'd earned the right to speak frankly with the beautiful, blond, too-smart-for-her-own-good woman. But he'd also learned when it was best for him to keep his mouth shut.
Hannah Montgomery had mastered the art of independence.
Right now, he needed her to answer the private line that rang at her massive cherrywood desk.
When his call went to voice mail a second time, Brian shoved up the sleeve of his blue dress shirt with barely controlled impatience, glancing at his watch. And stopped. Hell.
Where had that hour and a half gone? Last he'd looked, it had been barely noon. And now it was quarter to two?
He'd only seen…
Brian paused. Counted.
Okay, he'd seen seven patients in the past hour. Seven patients under four. Which explained the missing hour.
The explanation didn't help him at all.
He'd had a message that morning from a polite Sun News reporter who wanted to talk to him "at his earliest convenience." As long as Brian's convenience happened sometime that day—otherwise he was going to print his story with a "no comment" from Dr. Hampton.
His story. That was all. No hint about the content. Or even the topic.
For Brian, a man who spent his days with people under the age of twelve and his nights largely alone, a meeting with the local rag was not a comfortable proposition.
And what could they have on him anyway? His biggest offense was an inability to keep track of time, arriving either very early or very late—no prejudice either way—to just about every appointment he'd ever had.
As much as he tried to come up with even a parking infraction—or an unpaid speeding ticket— there were none.
He hadn't had his stereo on in weeks, didn't have anyone around to yell at, hadn't thrown a party since graduating from med school. And the only woman he'd slept with in the past year was his steady girlfriend, Cynthia, a twenty-seven-year-old single mother, so an exposé of his wild lifestyle was out.
Of course it was possible, probable even, that they wanted him to corroborate a juicy story about someone or something else.
The only juice he could think of was the glass of cranberry he'd gulped that morning.
Still, the thought of the four o'clock appointment he'd scheduled unsettled him. Brian did enough public speaking on behalf of his newest passion—the fight against SIDS—and he'd been misquoted enough to be wary of talking to the publication known for making mountains out of molehills that didn't exist.
This was a time when a man called on the help of his friends.
Friend.
The woman who was well connected enough to know, firsthand, practically every Sun News reporter in the city.
Where was his judge when he needed her?
"Do you know this man?"
"I do." Bobby Donahue identified the defendant.
Robert Keith's next questions were rote, but necessary to establish a fair trial. And a fair judgment from a jury who'd been sending Hannah pleading glances since the first day of testimony. That was when prosecutors described the sodomy and three-hour beating death the nineteen-year-old victim had suffered, allegedly at the hands of kind-looking Kenny Hill, whose affluent parents were sitting on the bench directly behind him. Right where they'd been every time their son's case had been on the docket over the past many months.
The victim, Camargo Cortes, was an illegal immigrant and, had he lived, would have stood trial for statutory rape of the seventeen-year-old daughter of the newly elected Arizona senator, George Moss.
When pictures of Cortes's body had been shown, Hannah had had to excuse two jurors to the restroom to be sick. At the request of the defense, she'd later dismissed both of them.
She wasn't taking any unnecessary chances that might result in a motion for mistrial. With luck, no one would have to repeat the past six days, to see the things that those present in the courtroom had seen.
With luck, Kenny Hill would be put to death.
Brian worked through the half hour he'd allowed himself for lunch. Three-year-old Felicia Summers had had a sore throat on and off for more than a month. He wouldn't be overly concerned except that the child was underweight. And had already had her tonsils removed.
He didn't even want to think about leukemia. Or any other serious condition. Certainly didn't intend to alarm her parents at this stage. But he'd ordered blood work, just to be sure, and went down before his two-thirty appointment to get the results.
A day that had been diving rapidly now sank completely.
"Mr. Donahue, where did you and Mr. Hill meet?"
"At church."
"How long have you known each other?"
"Most of his life. His parents and I have attended the same church for more than ten years."
With a short nod, Donahue acknowledged the older couple sitting, hands clasped, on the front bench. The corners of Mrs. Hill's trembling lips turned slightly up, before she lowered her gaze. Her husband, a bit more successful at hiding intense emotions, nodded back.
Both of them spent most of their courtroom time staring at the back of their only son's head.
Character reference questions continued for the next forty-five minutes. Hannah attempted to show no reaction to the jurors who continued to look to her for guidance. If she believed this witness, they would, too.
And if she didn't…
This was a jury trial for a reason. It was not her job to decide this particular verdict. She was here to officiate the process. To allow or disallow testimony. To apply the law when attorneys, in the name of winning, veered away from it. Or challenged it.
She was here to ensure that the defendant's rights were upheld.
They were talking about possibly taking a man's life here. A young man. Who deserved to die if, indeed, he'd committed t...
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
The two main characters are helpless victims throughout the story. It was too depressing. I wanted it to be over.
By Jane
STORY BRIEF:
Ivory Nation is a white supremacy group, headed by Bobby, a religious fanatic who believes God directs him. Members of this group threaten, torture and kill nonwhite people and anyone who helps them. Kenny is a member of Ivory Nation. He is being tried for the murder of Cortes, an illegal immigrant, who had sex with a white woman he was dating. Hannah is the criminal court judge overseeing the trial. Her home and car have been damaged. Her cat has been killed. There is no proof of who did it. Hannah's good friend Brian is a pediatrician. He provides free medical services to low income families. Within the past year, several Hispanic babies have died shortly after receiving vaccinations from Brian. Evidence against him has been planted. He is being framed.
REVIEWER'S OPINION:
Members of Ivory Nation are everywhere including police, politicians, and courtroom employees. They get whatever they want through their connections and by threatening people. They can get anyone to do anything by threatening their children. No one can succeed against them. It's a hopeless, helpless view of the world. This theme carries throughout the book. I was depressed throughout the book. Bad things are happening to good people, and they can do nothing about it. Finally, there is a decent ending but it was because one of the bad guys (I will call him BG) did something. BG did something that proved Brian was wrongly framed, but BG's motive was not to help Brian. BG's motive was to hurt something else. It was mere luck for Brian that BG decided to do this. Otherwise Brian would have gone to jail for life. I prefer stories where the hero or heroine has some skills, abilities or growth to be able to overcome adversity. In this book, the good guys were losers. There was no way they could win without the convenience of luck. The only positive was that Hannah kept her integrity and performed her judicial duties honestly, even though she was afraid.
CAUTION SPOILER:
An example of the Ivory Nation ability follows. Kenny is guilty and is found guilty by the jury. Previous threats to the judge had not helped. Therefore, after the verdict, the Ivory Nation leader Bobby confesses that he personally committed the crime. He gets a police officer to testify that the officer saw Bobby do it. Bobby says that the ring that hit the victim was his. So, Kenny is set free. Then a courtroom employee steals the ring out of evidence so it can't be used. The police officer is killed and can't testify. Bobby walks free along with Kenny. The judge had done what was right but was helpless.
DATA:
Story length: 370 pages. Swearing language: moderate. Sexual language: moderate. Number of sex scenes: 5. Total number of sex scene pages: 8. Setting: current day Arizona. Copyright: 2008. Genre: mystery suspense with a little romance.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
A celebration of spinelessness
By Evan the Dweezil
This book never gets off its feet and moving like the previous two novels in this series. The whole thing reads like an orgiastic pity party. Hannah snivels, then Brian snivels, then William lets loose a snively warning, Hannah snivels some more, Bobby snivels, you get the point.
I'm glad I didn't break down and pay full cover for this one, instead waiting for it to show up at my favorite used book store. At Close Range is a sad finale for what was a decent series.
2 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
New Reader
By melynda christensen
I used to read a ton of books when I was younger and I have not read any for a really long time. Every book I picked up I could not get into it. I bought this book for a plane ride and I almost finished the whole thing. I couldn't put it down. I really liked that it jumped around to each person throughout the whole thing. It kept my attention and I really liked it.
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