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Blind Man's Alley

Blind Man's Alley

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by Justin Peacock

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Duncan Riley, a rising legal star, is defending his firm’s major client, Roth Properties, after a fatal accident on a downtown construction site. Meanwhile, he represents a helpless young man accused of a murder in a housing development being built by . . . Roth Properties. Caught in a web of power, money, and influence, Duncan must balance the interests of


Duncan Riley, a rising legal star, is defending his firm’s major client, Roth Properties, after a fatal accident on a downtown construction site. Meanwhile, he represents a helpless young man accused of a murder in a housing development being built by . . . Roth Properties. Caught in a web of power, money, and influence, Duncan must balance the interests of his firm, the demands of his wealthy client, and the weight of his own conscience. All is not as it seems, however, and blackmail and homicide may just be two more hardball tactics in the cutthroat world of New York real estate.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
More Grisham lite than Turow weighty, Peacock's second legal thriller falls short of the standard set by his Edgar-finalist debut, A Cure for the Night. When Duncan Riley, a rising star at a prestigious New York City law firm, accepts a pro bono eviction case, he welcomes this relatively straightforward diversion from the tedium of litigation practice. Then a complication arises: Riley's client, Rafael Nazario, is charged with the murder of the security guard at Nazario's public housing project who'd falsely accused him of smoking pot. While Riley gets approval from his mentor to continue representing Nazario, he feels pressured to cut a deal for his client, whom he genuinely believes to be innocent. Meanwhile, the attorney is receiving a great deal of attention from another client, Leah Roth, heiress apparent to a large real estate empire under scrutiny for its role in a deadly accident at one of its buildings. Peacock underdoes his characters' psychology, while the deus ex machina Riley uses to prove a sinister plot undercuts the book's atmosphere of gritty realism. (Aug.)
Library Journal
Duncan Riley is a young lawyer on the fast track to partnership at a top law firm in New York City; that is, if he does what he's told. That becomes difficult when his pro bono eviction case turns into a murder rap and the managing partner wants him to plead it out. Rafael Nazario is accused of murdering the security guard who turned him in for smoking pot, the basis of his housing project eviction. Duncan's firm's biggest client is behind the conversion of the housing project to a mixed-use property, but that doesn't seem to cause any conflict of interest. Duncan is convinced his client is innocent, and a reporter feeds him information that will help his case, if he is allowed to try it. It starts looking like the firm's biggest client is more involved than Duncan originally realized, creating additional pressure and some interesting twists.Verdict While not as strong as Peacock's Edgar Award-nominated debut, A Cure for Night, nonetheless this is good legal fiction with carefully crafted characters and deliberate pacing. Should appeal to fans of John Grisham or John Lescroart.—Stacy Alesi, Palm Beach Cty. Lib. Syst., Boca Raton, FL
Kirkus Reviews

An up-and-coming New York lawyer must simultaneously defend a powerful developer and a young man accused of murdering a security guard in Peacock'ssecond novel (A Cure For Night, 2008).

As a product of a biracial, working-class family in Detroit, Duncan Riley often finds himself ill at ease with his role as a rising star at Blake and Wolcott, a white-shoe law firm in Manhattan. But partner Steven Blake has taken Riley under his wing and put him to work on the team defending Roth Properties—a commercial real-estate development firm and one of Blake and Wolcott's biggest clients—who need representation after a fatal accident at one of their construction sites. As a further show of confidence, Riley has been given some of the firm's image-burnishing pro bono work: He's defending Rafael Nazario, who, along with his grandmother, faces eviction at a Lower East Side housing project currently being redeveloped as mixed-income housing by Roth Properties. Just when things are going well for the Nazarios, young Rafael is charged with murdering the very security guard who got him in trouble in the first place. Although Riley doesn't have experience as a trial lawyer, he decides to defend Rafael against the murder charge, only to find himself under pressure from above to talk his client into taking a plea deal. Riley is torn between his career and his belief in Rafael's innocence, a dilemma further complicated by the attention he's getting from Roth Properties heiress apparent Leah Roth. Meanwhile, Candace Snow, an investigative reporter at the New York Journal, takes an interest in the Nazario case as she digs deeper into the Roth family's shady doings. Peacock, a former lawyer whose first novel drew comparisons to Scott Turow, brings this legal thriller—and especially the characters therein—to vivid life, portraying multimillionaires and project residents with skill. The prose is perfectly tuned, drawing the reader in without ever getting in the way.

Peacock writes compellingly about issues of class, identity and justice while still managing to keep the plot barreling irresistibly along.

Patrick Anderson
…an angry portrait of Big Apple corruption and the efforts of two young people, a lawyer and a journalist, to resist its embrace…Blind Man's Alley is a superior legal thriller by a writer with talent to burn.
—The Washington Post
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“Intelligent and engrossing. . . . A superior legal thriller by a writer with talent to burn. . . . The novel's panoramic look at New York recalls Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire of the Vanities.”
Washington Post Book World

Blind Man’s Alley dives into the skulduggery of commercial real estate dealings with enthusiastic gusto. . . . Peacock zips up and down plot twists like fire escape stairways running through those awesome Manhattan skyscrapers.”
Los Angeles Times

“An ambitious thriller that delves into the interlocking worlds of real estate, law, journalism and politics.”

“Strong storytelling from a crime fiction up-and-comer. . . . [Peacock is] a stylist with flair and that will take him a long way. . . . This is an author who knows exactly how to blend it all in way that will solidly entertain.”
The Dallas Morning News

“Dense, enthralling, complex, and extremely satisfying, Justin Peacock’s Blind Man’s Alley is an absolutely captivating read from an exceptionally talented writer who knows his stuff inside out.”
—John Lescroart, author of A Plague of Secrets

“Filled with real characters and lawyers that we can finally respect, Blind Man’s Alley is a legal thriller with a lot more gray areas than any Grisham novel.”
San Francisco Book Review
“Move over John Grisham and Scott Turow. There's a new legal thriller writer in town who is on par with, perhaps superior to, these bestselling authors. Justin Peacock, whose first novel, A Cure for Night, won him high praise, has written another blockbuster novel, this one set in the cutthroat world of New York real estate. . . . A fascinating look behind the scenes of a dog-eat-dog business.”
London Free Press
Blind Man’s Alley never lets down, and Peacock keeps his finger firmly on the pulse of the graft, corruption and political conspiracy that marks the pages of New York City newspapers on a daily basis.”
Blind Man’s Alley is cunningly plotted and utterly true to contemporary New York.  It covers every level of the city, from the penthouses to the projects.  And the characters are finely drawn—the good ones are never boring in their goodness, while the bad ones are as horrifying as New York produces.”
—Edward Hayes, author of Mouthpiece

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I remember when I used to get things done." Simon Roth was already speaking as he entered the conference room. "I went to a meeting, things got built out of it. Now I sit in conference rooms with lawyers and accountants all day. Number crunching this, produce documents-you fucking lawyers, you've made what you do so complicated and endless it's all anybody has time to do. The sideshow's taken over the stage."

"Good to see you too, Simon," Steven Blake replied, standing to shake Roth's hand. Duncan Riley, who'd been sitting next to Blake as they'd awaited their clients' arrival, quickly rose beside him.

Duncan was a senior associate at Blake and Wolcott, where Steven Blake was both a name partner and the leading rainmaker. They were in a conference room at Roth Properties, there to update Simon Roth and his people on the various legal tendrils extending out from the previous year's fatal construction accident at the Aurora Tower.

Roth Properties was a private, family-owned company. Simon Roth, the company's founder and still its CEO, was in his late sixties, although as his deliberately over-the-top entrance demonstrated, he made a point of carrying himself with the angry energy of a much younger man. Simon had a full head of gray hair, every strand carefully lacquered into place, a perfectly tailored suit, a striped blue shirt with a white collar, and heavy gold cuff links. The only place his age clearly showed was in his craggy reddish face, like that of a sailor too long at sea.

A small contingent of Roth Properties executives had followed Simon Roth into the room: Roth's two children, Jeremy and Leah, both of whom were vice presidents, followed by the general counsel, Roger Carrington, and the CFO, Preston Thomas.

Leah and her brother were very young for their positions, not far north of thirty, although that was hardly unusual in a family- controlled private company. Jeremy was heavyset and jaundiced-looking, while Leah was thin and ascetic, both appearing older than their years, although in entirely different ways.

Carrington and Thomas were each well into their fifties. Carrington looked like an old-school WASP; Thomas was African-American. They were dressed virtually identically: both in dark pinstripe suits with pocket squares in their jackets and cuff links in their crisp white shirts.

Duncan took his turn shaking hands after Blake, offering his best bright-boy smile and hoping he didn't look ill at ease. Simon Roth was a notoriously demanding and prickly client, prided himself on it, and Duncan would have been perfectly content to leave the client interactions to Blake, though he'd dutifully feigned enthusiasm when tapped to come along. Duncan was on hand to be the details guy; as a senior partner, Blake had scant involvement with the nitty-gritty of a case.

Roth Properties was the developer of the Aurora Tower, thirty-six stories of luxury condominiums going up in the heart of SoHo. The cheapest apartment, a five-hundred-square-foot pied-à-terre, was listed at just under a million, while a top-floor penthouse was on the market at twenty-five. However, advance sales for the building had been only a trickle, not good news for a half-billion-dollar construction project. The luxury aura had been tarnished by the accident and the resulting flurry of investigations and lawsuits.

First up had been the Department of Buildings. Construction had been completely shut down for a month while city inspectors nosed around the building site. The lawyers had coordinated the turning over of documents and been present at interviews, but had generally stayed in the background while the agency did its work. Unsurprisingly, the DOB issued multiple violations relating to the accident (the site had collected over a dozen violations from the city before the fatalities, which wasn't an unusual number for a large-scale Manhattan construction project), levying relatively small fines against both the subcontractor, Pellettieri Concrete, and the general contractor, Omni Construction.

Even before the DOB had issued its findings, a wrongful-death suit had been filed on behalf of the families of the three construction workers. The suit named Roth Properties among the defendants, although generally it was only the contractors who were on the hook for a construction accident. But Roth was the deepest pocket and the highest- profile company involved in the Aurora, so there were strategic reasons to include them as a defendant, even if there was virtually no chance of the plaintiffs actually seeing a dime of Roth's money.

The accident's aftermath had been proceeding predictably, with nothing but minor headaches as far as Roth Properties was concerned, when the article had appeared in the New York Journal. The story claimed that the concrete company had failed to provide the standard secondary supports for settling concrete. Even after workers had warned that cracks were appearing, Pellettieri Concrete did nothing to shore it up, ignoring the obvious risk. The article went on to mention that the company's cofounder was currently in jail on racketeering charges out of a prosecution aimed at weeding out organized crime from the construction industry.

But the main focus of the article had not been on the accident itself, but rather on the city's response to it. The story claimed that the DOB inspector in charge of investigating the collapse, William Stanton, had originally recommended referring the case to the district attorney for a criminal investigation. That recommendation had supposedly been rejected by the head of the department, Ronald Durant, who'd then watered down the investigator's findings before issuing a public report. Shortly thereafter Durant had resigned from the DOB and joined a prominent architectural firm that had been hired by Roth Properties to design a wholesale transformation of a city housing project. Although the article didn't come right out and say so, the suggestion was that the city agency charged with policing construction accidents had gone out of its way to issue a toothless report in exchange for a plum job for Durant.

The Journal's story had sparked immediate outrage and was quickly picked up by the rest of the New York press. The district attorney's office promptly announced that it was opening a criminal investigation into the accident. Although Roth Properties was not a target of the probe, the developer had been hit with a subpoena seeking virtually every document in the company's files relating to the construction of the Aurora.

If that wasn't enough to get the billable hours flowing, Simon Roth had also directed Blake to file a libel suit against the New York Journal. They'd just survived the paper's motion to dismiss and were proceeding with discovery, which Duncan was heading up. He was scheduled to depose the reporter who'd written the article, Candace Snow, later in the week.

While there were a dozen or so Blake and Wolcott associates working on the various Roth matters, Duncan was the only person besides Blake who was connected to all of them. For the past six months virtually all of Duncan's working hours had been occupied with the affairs of Roth Properties. This wasn't ideal from Duncan's perspective, but it wasn't the kind of thing he could complain about either.

Aside from providing a general update on the state of play of the various cases, the purpose of the present meeting was to discuss a particular piece of bad news: the firm's motion to dismiss Roth Properties from the wrongful-death suit had just been rejected by the court, meaning the company would have to proceed with turning over documents and submitting its executives to depositions.

"What did I just say?" Roth burst out, interrupting Blake's summary of what the company would have to produce. "They want to depose me?"

Blake shook his head. "For starters, they want your son, and Preston. If they do drop a depo subpoena on you, we can always try to quash, since it's a matter of public record that Jeremy was taking the lead on the project and you weren't directly involved. The good news on the documents, anyway, is that we've already collected everything relevant for the DA's subpoena."

"You know how much time I've spent being deposed the past year? Three full days. That's more time than I spent on vacation."

"As I recall, you were down at our place in the Caymans for most of February," Jeremy Roth said to his father.

Simon glared at his son, who didn't meet his eyes. "Just because I'm in the Caymans doesn't mean I'm not working," he growled. "I can get more accomplished down there than the rest of you get done without me up here."

"I'm sure you actually believe that," Jeremy said. Duncan was surprised by the adolescent nature of Jeremy's sullenness with his father, and that he was willing to indulge it in a business meeting.

"I believe a lot of things that are true," Simon shot back.

"In any event," Blake said, ignoring the sniping, "discovery's going to happen. We need to prep everybody, go over stuff. You know the drill."

"I'll be coordinating things from our end," Leah Roth said softly, her cool demeanor a world apart from her father and brother.

"Duncan here will be our point guy on the day-to-day," Blake said, draping a paternalistic hand on Duncan's shoulder. Duncan smiled at Leah, who looked back at him, her own expression unchanging.

"So, you need to take up any more of my day with this crap?" Simon said, pushing his chair back from the table.

"We still on for lunch?" Blake asked him.

Simon checked his watch. "As long as you promise you're not going to try to bill me for it."

Leah looked at her father, then back to Duncan. "You have time to set up a to-do list now?"

Duncan readily agreed and the meeting broke up. Leah picked up a phone on a side table and asked her assistant to have lunch brought in for them. Duncan was annoyed with Blake for not bothering with a heads-up about his own lunch with Simon Roth, although he should be used to such offhand slights by now. Blake wasn't a yeller or an all-around prick like a lot of partners, but he was brusque and elusive, as well as expecting something like mind reading from those who worked for him. But the law was not a profession for those who wanted their hands held.

And besides, part of the idea of coming to a meeting like this was for Duncan to get to know the next generation of Roths. Duncan was at the point in his career that was less about acquiring new legal skills and more about developing relationships and connections to start growing his own book of business, assuming that his approaching partnership vote went as he hoped. Ideally he would establish the same sort of relationship with Simon Roth's children, who were roughly his age, that his boss had long ago built with their father. Blake had been Simon Roth's primary litigation lawyer for over twenty years, one of many blue-chip clients he'd maintained. Blake, who billed just under a thousand dollars an hour, was widely acknowledged as one of the country's leading trial lawyers.

Leah looked over at Duncan while on the phone with her assistant. She didn't smile or otherwise blunt her gaze, just openly evaluated him. Leah was attractive in a stringent sort of way, with dark straight hair and deep brown eyes, her coloring complemented by her dark pantsuit. She had the particular sort of confidence that Duncan had first encountered a decade previously upon entering Harvard Law: that of the born to it.

Duncan wondered what she in turn saw while looking at him. He was medium height, with honey-colored skin and green eyes that stood out against his complexion, his dark brown hair cropped so short a comb could barely pass through the back and sides. Despite the July heat, he was dressed in a gray Brooks Brothers suit, with a blue oxford shirt and a striped navy blue tie. Duncan had picked out the most conservative outfit in his wardrobe for this meeting-even his business attire usually had at least a little more flair-and such clothing still sometimes felt like a disguise. But he was a background presence at a meeting like today's, meant to be a quiet backstop for Blake, speaking if spoken to, and he therefore did his best to blend into the environment.

"So," Leah said, once she'd rejoined him across the conference room table. "You're Steven Blake's protégé?"

"One of them," Duncan said. "Blake brings in too much work to have just one."

"But you're the one we get," Leah said. "Hope we're not keeping you from more important things."

Duncan wasn't actually a fan of the work he was doing for Roth Properties: there were certainly sexier cases at the firm, including some of Blake's. But there wasn't an instant where he contemplated giving an honest answer, and he had no doubt Leah wasn't expecting one. "You're one of our firm's most important clients, obviously," he said instead. "It's an honor to be trusted to work on your matters."

Leah smiled dismissively, signaling nice try. "The bills from your firm go across my desk," she said. "I saw that you billed over two hundred hours to us the other month. That can't leave you much time to work on anything else."

Duncan shrugged, a tad uneasy, not sure what Leah was looking for him to say. "It doesn't really," he said. "I've got a pro bono case, but that doesn't take much time. As far as paying clients, right now you're pretty much it. But it ebbs and flows."

"What's your pro bono case about?"

Duncan was surprised by the question, not expecting any actual curiosity about his professional life from Leah. "It's just defending a family in an eviction proceeding."

"Is that all?" Leah said archly.

Duncan felt a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, but tried not to let either show. His dismissiveness had not been directed at the case itself, which he took seriously, but just at the prospect of talking about it with Leah Roth. This was especially true because the case had a connection, albeit a tenuous one, with Roth Properties.

His clients, a grandmother and grandson named Dolores and Rafael Nazario, were residents of the Jacob Riis housing project on the far eastern edge of Alphabet City. That project was receiving a radical makeover into mixed-income housing, a hugely ambitious transformation in which Roth Properties was partnering with the city. The eviction was based on the grandson getting arrested for smoking a joint outside his project. He'd been busted not by the cops, but rather by private security guards who'd been patrolling around the ongoing construction work.

Rafael had pled guilty to a disorderly conduct charge stemming from the weed, not realizing that doing so would open the door to eviction proceedings. Rafael insisted that the whole thing was a lie, that he hadn't actually been caught smoking pot, although Duncan didn't necessarily put a lot of stock in the denials, especially since they were being made in front of his client's grandmother.

Meet the Author

Justin Peacock received an MFA from Columbia University and a law degree from Yale. His legal expe­rience ranges from death-penalty defense to First Amendment cases to big firm litigation. He lives in Brooklyn.

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Blind Man's Alley 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
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KenCady More than 1 year ago
Blind Man's Alley definitely is off to a slow start. Half way through I was ready to give up, bu then read the reviews here that the book picks up in the second half. And it does, turning into a reasonably decent tale. But I think the author could have cut 100 pages without harming his story, as he takes some very circuitous routes to get to the point. There is some overkill at the end that seemed to be beating the reader up a little. All in all, I can't recommend this book to anyone who has a shortage of time.
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TicTocLW More than 1 year ago
Duncan Riley has worked his way to the top of his profession and is at that place in his career as an attorney to be accepted as a partner. He has been groomed for the part by his mentor and brought in on many of the top concerns involving the very top clients of the firm, including Roth properties. They are working on a libel suit involving a story in the newspaper and Duncan is deposing the witness's, including the journalist as well as members of Roth properties. A section of one of Roth's holdings collapsed during construction, killing three of the workers. The Article suggested possible Mob involvement and kickbacks. The Journalist Candace Snow is a fierce competitor and does not give at all under the questioning. It in fact seems to make her even more determined that some hidden agenda is happening. At the same time, Blake and Wolcott, the firm he works for has lost some of its shine as a Top firm and has Duncan also working the pro bono case of a family being evicted from one of the tenements that is now being upgraded and owned by Roth Properties. Duncan has some concern that this could create a conflict of interest but is assured both by his mentor Steven Blake as well as Simon Roth's daughter Leah that there is no conflict. Duncan works the Roth case by rote, researching information, filing information, putting together memos, and all the staid but important work that fills the company coffers through billable hours. He finds his mind occasionally straying to his other case involving a teenage boy Rafael and his grandmother. Rafael has been accused of smoking Pot and agreed to a plea bargain that was going to keep him out of jail and with his grandma. He denied quite vehemently that he ever had anything to do with drugs, but his court appointed attorney did not really care. With accepting the plea deal however he and his grandma are being evicted. Duncan has just won a stay on the eviction when one of the security guards for the building is murdered and a witness places Rafael as the murderer. Duncan is convinced that something is wrong and is planning to fight the case for Rafael. His firm slowly begins backing out and trying to pull the plug on the case, putting Duncan in a bad place, as he has promised to help Rafael and his Grandma. He is able to get the the testimony about gunshot residue being present on Rafael's hands thrown out of court based on expert testimony. He then is immediately encouraged to accept a plea bargain because all of a sudden Steven Blake has concerns about a conflict of interest. More people begin ending up dead and Duncan begins to wonder if his enemies are his friends and his friends and colleagues are actually his enemies. His world suddenly turns topsy turvey as he turns to Candace Snow as an ally. His job is no longer secure and the world as he knows it is no longer as absolute as he has always believed. This work brings to light the high stakes played out in the world of money and greed. Duncan and Candace become the hunted in this cat and mouse game of truth and justice. Who will win and who will escape with their life. I found this book very slow at the beginning. I had to wade through lots of legalese which buried the beginning of the story and kept the book slow. About midway after establishing the ground rules the book really took off and became more interesting. I had a tough time and had to force myself in the beginning to keep on reading. I am glad I did as it was a good bo
grumpydan More than 1 year ago
Duncan Riley is working is working his way at the ladder of his law firm; almost ready to become a partner and he is assigned to deal with a construction site disaster which property is owned by Roth Properties. He is also assigned a pro bono case of eviction that also involves the infamous Roth Properties. Do you see something happening here? If you enjoy legal thrillers this is one that you may enjoy. It starts off slow and then picks up momentum as the story unravels. I found it to be interesting once the conflict is in place.