The Victim's Wife

A MYSTERIOUS WIDOW...Criminal defense attorney Mitch Turner loves a challenge and is always determined to see that justice is done. He also has more cases than he can handle, but when the mysterious and grief-stricken Penny Moyer enters his office one afternoon, right as he is in the middle of working on a tight deadline, the story she tells intrigues him.With her husband murdered just the night before and his business associate Mason Harwood now charged for the crime, Penny is convinced Mason was set up for the job by the manipulative Vivian Fuger, another business partner.A MANIPULATIVE BUSINESS PARTNER...With little to go on other than Penny's hunch, Mitch is intrigued enough to look into the case, tempted by her offer to pay double his usual fee. But as he digs deep into the murk of her allegations, it becomes clear that all is not as it seems, and the identity of the true villain is shrouded in secrecy.MITCH TURNER'S SEARCH FOR JUSTICE.Now Mitch's good name and his solid reputation could be on the line as a finely tuned plot is carefully untwined. He knows that one mistake or one wrong decision could spell disaster for him and his firm, but the will to see justice done is too powerful to ignore.Can Mitch uncover the real killer and save himself from ridicule? Or has he finally encountered a mind that is more capable than his own?Pick up your copy today to find out Sneak Peek"She's in tears," Denise whispered. "I think she needs some real help."If Denise was hoping to convince me, she was going about it the wrong way. The last thing I needed right now was some random walk-in bubbling over with grief while I had a motion that I was concerned about getting filed."Did she say what it was about?" I finally asked, trying to keep the irritation from showing in my voice but only half succeeding."No, she didn't."I hesitated, wondering if I even wanted to take on another case at the moment. I had a full docket, so to speak, more work than I really needed. I supposed it was a good thing that I was so busy that I had the option of turning down cases.A sob came through the phone, and my heart wrenched.Why did I have to hear her cry? My instinct had been to tell Denise to send the person to somebody else, but that gut-wrenching sound was going to haunt me the rest of the afternoon unless I did something about it.I glanced at my watch again, and even though it was a significant motion that I still had not thoroughly researched, I knew now that my only way out was to meet with the woman and handle it from there. My conscience would not allow me to do otherwise at this point."Mitch, are you there?" Denise asked."Send her in. I'll talk to her for a minute."