3.5~4★
“Keera couldn’t help but feel as though she’d been brought on board a sinking ship and handed a bucket.”
Keera Duggan is one of the three daughters of noted attorney ‘Irish brawler’ Patrick ‘Patsy’ Duggan, who has been drunk more often than not and losing his edge. Her two sister work for the firm in other capacities, but she's the one with courtroom experience.
This is part complex murder/suicide investigation and part lengthy courtroom drama. I could have used a little less of both, I think, but overall I enjoyed it. Keera doesn’t live at home anymore, but Sunday dinners with the family are a must, so we see how close she is to her parents and sisters, although there is some friction with the girls.
She takes on a wealthy client whose disabled wife has been found shot dead in the back of her head while seated in her wheelchair, looking out the kitchen window. A gun is on the floor off to the side.
The prosecuting attorney is Miller Ambrose, Keera's former boss and beau, which promises to complicate things, as he will be anxious to unsettle her. It seems the gun is a ghost gun, so-called because there is no serial number, making it untraceable.
“She didn’t trust Ambrose as far as she could throw him, and she wondered what else, besides the ghost gun, she’d have to deal with.”
She was a chess champion in her youth, taught by Patsy, and still plays online anonymously as SeattlePawnslayer. It’s a way of reminding herself to focus on the end game, and maintain a powerful position while luring her opponent into thinking they’ve got the better of her.
During the course of this story, she plays against Darkknight, playing a few moves now and then, Darkknight doing likewise. I don’t follow chess, nor does the author, he says, but he has a good friend who helped map this out. At first, I thought it was annoying, but I gradually enjoyed the short interludes which helped Keera concentrate on stabilising her thinking rather than wandering off mentally into wild conjectures.
As it turned out, some of the wild conjectures had merit, With the help of a hired private investigator and far too many late nights with Patsy (on the wagon), Keera and her sisters burn the midnight oil, to use a cliché, of which there are more than I’d like in this book. At one point, “Her mother waved off the praise like it was the bubonic plague”, a phrase I haven’t heard since I don’t remember when.
Still, it was an entertaining read with an interesting dilemma as the case went on. It isn't clear what happened or how it could have happened. Keera suggests to their private investigator that one of the witnesses might be lying.
“Harrison looked over at her. ‘The SODDI defense?' he said with skepticism. SODDI stood for Some Other Dude Did It. Often a defense of last resort.
Keera shrugged. ‘Need to create reasonable doubt.’ ”
When Keera worries that her client may be guilty, her father notices.
“ ‘You have that look,’ he said.
‘What look is that?’ Keera said, feigning ignorance.
‘That look young defense attorneys get when they realize the person they’re fighting so hard to get off is guilty. They wonder what the hell they’re doing, what kind of person they’re putting back on the street.’
‘You’ve experienced it’ Keera said.
Patsy smiled, rueful. ‘I have. And I can tell you it isn’t nearly as bad as that feeling you get when you know an innocent client is going to be convicted.’
“I’m sure it isn’t.”
. . .
Maybe . . . but I don’t think he’s innocent, Dad. I just don’t know what he’s guilty of.’ ”
She is not the only one confused. The tension and suspense continues to the last page. Dugoni fans will enjoy it, and I enjoyed learning a new term, SODDI. I can just imagine toddlers pointing to spills and crying “Soddi!”
Thanks to NetGalley and Thomas & Mercer for the copy for review from which I’ve quoted, so wording may have changed.