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J.D. Scrbacek has just won the biggest trial of his career, but even as he crows to the press, his entire life blows sky-high. Was the bomb meant for him, or for his mobster client? In this seaside casino town where the tables run hot and the tensions run high, the odds say the attorney is a marked man.
Alone and on the run, Scrbacek flees into the city’s forgotten underbelly, a ruined corridor called Crapstown, where he is forced to confront the ghosts of his past, his present, and his future. Somewhere in the sordid stream of his own existence lie the answers he needs. But in order to emerge from the depths of Crapstown, Scrbacek must argue for his life before a jury of the forgotten and the damned. Is he lawyer enough to save his own skin?
From the bestselling author of The Barkeep comes a raucous tale of reckoning, racketeering, and revenge.
432 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 24, 2016
It's been a long night, Joey, and already I've heard enough speeches and monologues, enough solipsistic self-satisfied confessions, including my own...
“Mr. Breest is my client.”
“Your client? Has your client ever done anything other than destroy whatever it was he touched? Wouldn’t the world now be a better place if your Caleb Breest was on death row waiting the hangman and my son was still alive? Couldn’t we all then rejoice? Isn’t that the end you should have been working for, Mr. Scrbacek?”
“Mrs. Brummel, the Constitution provides…”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare,” she said. “He came to you searching for a future, and you dragged him down to the level of that monster, to the level of filth, to your level. Wasn’t it inevitable that at the end of it, your Caleb Breest would be as free as a gull, and my boy, my sweet innocent boy, would be the one burned so badly they won’t even let me see his face a final time, won’t let me wash his flesh with my tears? And you, you shifty bastard, you try to quote to me the Constitution.”