Blood Money (Jack Swyteck Series #10)

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New York Times bestselling author James Grippando delivers a powerful, nonstop thrill ride ripped from the headlines. Miami criminal defense attorney Jack Swyteck is back in his most frightening case yet, and this time the price of victory is measured in blood.

It is the most sensational murder trial since O. J. Simpson's. The nation is obsessed with Sydney Bennett, a sexy nightclub waitress and good-time girl accused of murdering her two-year-old daughter for cramping her party...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling author James Grippando delivers a powerful, nonstop thrill ride ripped from the headlines. Miami criminal defense attorney Jack Swyteck is back in his most frightening case yet, and this time the price of victory is measured in blood.

It is the most sensational murder trial since O. J. Simpson's. The nation is obsessed with Sydney Bennett, a sexy nightclub waitress and good-time girl accused of murdering her two-year-old daughter for cramping her party life. When he had agreed to defend Sydney, Jack Swyteck knew he'd be taking on the toughest and most controversial case of his career.

Millions of "TV jurors" have convicted Sydney in the court of public opinion.

When the shocking verdict of not guilty is announced, citizens across the country are outraged, and Jack is bombarded by the fallout: angry, profanity-laced phone calls and even outright threats. Media-fed rumors of "blood money"—purported seven-figure book and movie deals—ratchet up the hysteria, putting Jack's client and everyone around her at risk.

On the night of Sydney's release, an angry mob outside the jail has gathered to serve its own justice. In the frenzy, an innocent young woman bearing a striking resemblance to the reviled Sydney Bennett ends up in a coma. While the media blame Jack and his defense team, the victim's parents reach out to him, requesting his help. They don't believe the attack was the tragic result of random mob violence.

Searching for the truth about what happened that night, Jack makes a frightening discovery. Larger and much more powerful forces are working in the shadows, and what happened outside the jail is a symptom of an evil that infected the show-stopping trial and media-spun phenomenon of Sydney Bennett.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The real-life Casey Anthony case provides the spark for bestseller Grippando’s melodramatic 10th legal thriller featuring Florida attorney Jack Swyteck (after 2011’s Afraid of the Dark). When Swyteck wins an acquittal for his client, Sydney Bennett, a sleazy nightclub waitress accused of murdering her two-year-old daughter, whose badly decomposed remains were found in a plastic bag near the Everglades, the unpopularity of the verdict provokes an assault on Celeste Laramore, fresh from a Sydney Bennett look-alike contest at a South Beach bar, outside the women’s detention center where Sydney was due to be released. Celeste’s distraught parents persuade Swyteck to sue cable news company BNN, one of whose reporters initially misidentified Celeste, now in a coma, as Sydney outside the jail, and the state corrections department. Meanwhile, a brutal man targets those close to Swyteck as a way of getting him to back off looking for the truth. Readers expecting character growth may be disappointed, but series fans should be satisfied. Agent: Richard Pine, Inkwell Management. (Jan.)
Kirkus Reviews
The courtroom verdict is only the beginning of the fireworks in Jack Swyteck's 10th appearance before the Miami bar. "There's no such thing as a perfect client," reflects Jack (Afraid of the Dark, 2011, etc.), and he should know. Against all odds, the jury has found hard-partying Sydney Bennett not guilty of murdering her toddler daughter Emma. But even before the Shot Mom, as TV commentator Faith Corso has dubbed her, is released from prison, a crowd Corso has stirred to a frenzy has mobbed the prison gates in the dead of night, and coed Celeste Laramore, who's made herself up to look just like Sydney, is mistaken for her, attacked by someone in the crowd and sent into a coma. The Shot Mom herself, secretly released shortly thereafter, is spirited off in a private jet after warning Jack not to write the tell-all book he's urged her not to write either. After Celeste's parents persuade Jack to file lawsuits against the prison and the Breaking News Network, he finds himself up against BNN's fearsome hired gun Ted Gaines, who uses every trick in his legal arsenal to counterattack. Jack, who's taken on the work pro bono, is slapped with a gag order, threatened with stiff legal sanctions when he's accused of violating that order and beaten by a dark figure who tells him that he'll retaliate against someone Jack loves if Jack doesn't flush Sydney from wherever she's hidden herself. When the jury foreman confesses to taking a $100,000 bribe in return for freeing Sydney, Miami-Dade County prosecutor Melinda Crawford joins the legion of people who really want to know where Sydney is and are sure they can press Jack to tell them. The criminal behind this fine mess is a cipher, but Grippando turns the screws on Jack so comprehensively that exhausted readers, turning the last page long after midnight, won't mind.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062109842
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/8/2013
  • Series: Jack Swyteck Series , #10
  • Pages: 342
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

James Grippando

James Grippando is a New York Times bestselling author whose novels are enjoyed worldwide in twenty-six languages. Black Horizon is his twentieth novel published by HarperCollins, the eleventh in the acclaimed series featuring Miami attorney Jack Swyteck. He is also the author of Leapholes for young adults. Grippando was a trial lawyer for twelve years before the publication of his first novel in 1994 (The Pardon), and he is now counsel at one of the nation's leading law firms. He lives and writes in South Florida.

Biography

Whether standing before the bench in a courtroom or penning one of his bestselling thrillers featuring defense attorney Jack Swyteck, James Grippando has a deep fascination with the law. He practiced as a trial lawyer for twelve years before shifting his career in a more literary direction. However, the decision was not the result of bitter disillusionment. "I actually liked practicing law," he explains on his web site. "I just wished I could do less of it. That may sound like a contradiction, but the problem with being a lawyer is that, if you get caught up in it, eventually you won't know anything about anything except what you happen to be working on at the moment."

As he contemplated leaving the law, Grippando set his sights on becoming a writer, a career shift not as drastic as one might imagine. "A trial lawyer is in many ways a story teller," he said in an essay in Mystery Scene magazine. "Still, I had no idea how to become a novelist... So, I set a couple of ground rules. First, I would do my writing on the sly, nights and weekends, while continuing to bill my obligatory two thousand hours a year. Second -- and this was by far the most important rule -- I was determined to keep it fun."

Both Grippando's legal expertise and his determination to "keep it fun" were readily apparent in his 1994 debut, The Pardon, a taut thriller that introduced Jack Swyteck, a brash young Miami criminal defense attorney who successfully defends an admitted killer -- only to find himself framed for his defendant's murder. Called "a bona fide blockbuster" by the Boston Herald, this well-plotted first novel marked Grippando as a writer to watch.

Despite the popularity of The Pardon, Grippando would not return Jack Swyteck to active duty for eight more years. His second novel, written while he was still practicing law, was a fast-paced crime thriller called The Informant. Shortly after it was published in 1996, he left his practice for full-time writing and published a string of well received stand-alones, including The Abduction, Under Cover of Darkness, and A King's Ransom.

Then, in 2002, Grippando revived Jack Swyteck, placing him at the center of Beyond Suspicion, a gripping courtroom drama involving an insurance scam and the Russian Mafia. Readers reacted so joyfully to Swyteck's return that the author has -- with very few exceptions -- kept attention focused on his beloved series protagonist. As the review journal Booklist put it : "Grippando, whose best thriller have been full of imagination and out-of-left-field surprises, looks like he's found a winner in the Swyteck series."

Good To Know

When he was a lawyer, one of Grippando's most prominent cases found him defending a group of chicken farmers against, according to his essay in Mystery Scene magazine, "the largest privately-held corporation in the world." The Wall Street Journal deemed the case "the catalyst for change in the $15 billion a year poultry industry."

Before becoming a writer, Grippando was on the fast track to becoming a partner at Steel Hector & Davis, the Miami law firm at which former Attorney General Janet Reno began her career.

Some interesting outtakes from our interview with Grippando:

"In this world of revolving doors, I'm what you might call a professional anomaly. I've had the same publisher (HarperCollins) and agent (Richard Pine, along with his father Artie until his death) since the start of my career. I've also had the same editor (Carolyn Marino) since my second novel. I treasure these relationships. It is because of them that I am able to do what I love for a living."

"My first published novel was actually inspired by a near arrest in a case of total mistaken identity. One night in October 1992, tired of staring at a blank computer screen, I went for a walk before going to bed. I got about three blocks from my house when, seemingly out of nowhere, a police car pulled up onto the grassy part of the curb in front of me. A cop jumped out and demanded to know where I was going. I told him that I was just out for a walk, that I lived in the neighborhood. He didn't seem to believe me. "There's been a report of a peeping Tom," he said. "I need to check this out." I stood helplessly beside the squad car and listened as the officer called in on his radio for a description of the prowler."Under six feet tall," I heard the dispatcher say, "early to mid-thirties, brown hair, brown eyes, wearing blue shorts and a white t shirt." I panicked inside. I was completely innocent, but it was exactly me! "And a mustache," the dispatcher finally added. I sighed with relief. I had no mustache. The cop let me go.

But as I walked home, I could only think of how close I'd come to disaster. Even though I was innocent, my arrest would have been a media event, and forever I would have been labeled as "the peeping Tom lawyer." It was almost 2 a.m. by the time I returned home, but I decided that I needed to write about this. I took the feeling of being wrongly accused to the most dramatic extreme I could think of. I wrote about a man hours away from execution for a crime he may not have committed. What I wrote that night became the opening scene of The Pardon."

"My first editor on everything I write is my wife, Tiffany, who was an English Lit major."

"I can't underestimate the impact Miami -- the city in which I live -- has had on my writing. Miami evokes all the right buzz words -- smart and sexy, young and beautiful -- but it also has a self-destructive quality that triggers the kind of fascination we have with a reckless youth. It is blessed with natural beauty, but it's threatened by developers. It has the gift of cultural diversity, but is plagued by ethnic tension. Its nightlife is unrivaled, but the threat of violence is never far enough away. There's glitz, there's money, there's the see-and-be-seen -- and then there are neighborhoods that seem straight out of the third world. You often hear it said that truth is stranger than fiction, and nowhere is that more true than in south Florida. Where else could the United States Attorney lose his job after losing a big case, getting drunk, and biting a stripper? But it's where I live, it's where I practiced law, and it will always be an inspiration to my writing.

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    1. Hometown:
      Coral Gables, Florida
    1. Date of Birth:
      January 27, 1958
    2. Place of Birth:
      Waukegan, Illinois
    1. Education:
      B.A. with High Honors, University of Florida, 1980; J.D. with Honors, University of Florida, 1982
    2. Website:

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Blood Money


By James Grippando

HarperCollins Publishers

Copyright © 2013 James Grippando
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-210984-2


Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

"Mr. Swyteck, I'm calling from Judge Matthews' chambers."

Jack gripped his smart phone a little tighter. The judge's assistant was on the line. Jack was on verdict watch at his Coconut Grove law office, eating lunch with his best friend, Theo Knight.

"Is there a verdict?"

"Yes, sir. There is a verdict."

The words hit him like a 5-iron. This is it.

Criminal Case No. 2010-48-CF, State of Florida v. Sydney Louise Bennett, had spanned twenty-nine court days, plus two weeks of jury selection. Fifty-nine witnesses over eighteen days for the prosecution. Another forty-seven witnesses for the defense. The jury had been drawn from a pool in the Vero Beach area, a hundred miles away from the Miami Justice Building, after three years of intense pretrial publicity. The twelve selected to serve had been sequestered since day one, the week before Memorial Day. Deliberations had started on the Fourth of July, despite the holiday. The jury had been out for ten hours. Six hours longer than the jury in the O. J. Simpson trial - the trial of the other century.

"The verdict will be announced at two fifteen p.m.," the assistant said.

Jack thanked her and hung up. He wanted to speak to his client, but she was in the detention center across the street - lucky Thirteenth Street, as it was known - from the courtroom where Jack had last seen her, where Judge Matthews had released the jury at nine a.m. to begin day two of deliberations. Jack wondered if Sydney had been biting her nails again. It was a nervous habit she'd started before the trial, sometime after her twenty-fourth birthday, the third she'd spent behind bars without bail.

Her chestnut hair was two feet longer than when they'd first met, her prison pallor a few shades whiter.

"Showtime?" asked Theo.

Jack didn't have to say anything; the news was all over his face. He speed dialed his co-counsel, but she'd already seen the "breaking development" on Twitter. Jack had assiduously avoided the social media during trial, but like everyone else under the age of thirty, Hannah Goldsmith was addicted to all electronic forms of information overload. Fortunately, she was as facile on her feet in a courtroom as she was with her thumbs on a keypad. They agreed to meet at the courthouse.

The moment Jack's call ended, Theo asked the proverbial $64,000 question - one that only the jurors could answer.

"Is ten hours a good sign or a bad sign?"

Jack paused. Conventional wisdom among prosecutors and many defense lawyers is that quick verdicts mean a conviction. But most homicide cases in which the state seeks the death penalty aren't based entirely on circumstantial evidence. And there was that well- known outlier - the Simpson case. Sydney was no celebrity, but comparisons in the media between the two high profile murder trials were relentless. "Juani Cochran" they called her lawyer, the Latino version of Johnnie Cochran, even though Jack was only half Hispanic and had been raised a complete gringo, his Cuban American mother having died in childbirth.

It was intended as an insult, triggered by a broken English interview, his abuela had given on talk radio in defense of a grandson who, even in her view, was on the wrong side of the case.

"I think it's a good sign," Jack said.

Theo glanced up from his iPhone, where the news was streaming in real time. "Talking heads are all saying guilty."

As if that mattered. More than six hundred press passes had been issued for media coverage, and every major broadcast network had at least one reporter at the trial. HLN and MSNBC had built two story air-conditioned structures across from the courthouse for reporters and crews. People had daily in court coverage, splashing the case on its magazine cover in the midst of trial. Legal analysis on Breaking News Network extended from early morning through prime time. BNN's regular nightly segments competed with network specials like "Inside the Trial of Sydney Bennett" on Dateline NBC and "Only Sydney Knows" on 48 Hours Mystery at CBS. Courtroom 3 had become another Miami tourist destination, like South Beach and the Seaquarium, with spectators coming from as far away as Japan to vie for the fifty seats available to the public. Verbal altercations were common, at least one having escalated to an all out fistfight that required police intervention. Critics said it was the defense who courted the media. They neglected to mention that, unlike the prosecution, Jack had avoided all interviews and had issued not a single press release. Never in his fifteen years as a lawyer had he done television ads, billboards, or anything of the sort. Sydney Bennett was definitely not someone he had gone out looking to represent.

The case had found him.

Jack glanced at the flat screen television on the wall. The anchor at BNN studios in New York - the ringmaster of "Sydney Watch Central" - was on the air. The excitement in her eyes made the banner at the bottom of the screen superfluous: jury has reached a verdict.

Jack left his uneaten lunch on his desk, grabbed his briefcase, and hurried out to the car. Picketers had been marching outside his law office since the start of jury deliberations, but they were too busy scrambling to their vehicles, posters tucked under their arms, to pester Jack any longer. They'd already gotten word of the BNN news flash and knew the wait was over. Theo drove, so gravel flew when they pulled out of the parking lot. The picketers followed.

"You never asked me if Sydney did it," Jack said.

Theo's gaze remained fixed on the road. Theo Knight was Jack's best friend, bartender, therapist, confidant, and sometime investigator. He was also a former client, a one time gang banger who easily could have ended up dead on the streets of Overtown or Liberty City. Today he was Jack's self-appointed bodyguard, having insisted on driving Jack back to his office after closing arguments - after Jack's second anonymous death threat, one that seemed a bit too credible.

"None of my business, dude," said Theo.

That struck Jack as funny.

"Why you laugh?" asked Theo.

Sydney's guilt or innocence had become the entire country's business.

Everyone professed to "know" she was the worst kind of killer.

"No reason," said Jack.

They rode in silence, the afternoon sun glaring on the windshield. Jack thought of Emma. Almost three years old at the time of her death. Two years, nine months, and twenty four days, if you believed the defense and placed the date of death on April 28. If you sided with the prosecution, there was no way to know how long Emma had lived. She was two years and ... something. The state had never proved a time of death. Or a cause of death. Even the alleged manner of death – homicide - was a matter of opinion. So many things, unproven. There was no disputing, however, that the badly decomposed remains of Sydney's daughter had been found in a plastic garbage bag near the Florida Everglades. Emma would be almost six years old now, a beautiful little girl fresh out of kindergarten, full of personality, ready to crack the books, meet Junie B. Jones, and conquer the first grade. Jack wondered what she might be doing on this hot summer day with her mother or grandmother if things had not gone so wrong, if this nightmare had never happened. But it had happened. Nothing could change that. Across the nation, people who had never met Emma or Sydney, many who had never felt compelled to follow a courtroom trial in their life, were demanding justice.

"Justice for Emma."

Throngs of spectators waited outside the Richard E. Gerstein Justice Building. Choppers from local television news stations circled overhead. Traffic around the courthouse was shut down. News of the impending two p.m. announcement had spread across the country. Jack's gaze drifted up to the top floor of an unremarkable building that betrayed the glamorized shots of Miami on television and resembled the architecture of the former Soviet Union. Behind those walls, the jury would render its verdict, insulated from the onlookers who jostled with the media for a place to stand on the sidewalk and steps outside the courthouse. The growing buzz of activity was surreal, like armies of angry fire ants making quick work of fallen mangoes, which were everywhere this time of year. Theo pulled up as close to the courthouse as the police perimeter would allow. Jack got out at the curb.

"Good luck," said Theo.

"Thanks," said Jack.

July in Miami is a veritable sauna, especially west of the interstate, away from the breezes off Biscayne Bay. In a sea of sweaty bodies clad in short pants and sleeveless shirts, a criminal defense lawyer dressed in pinstripes was an easy mark. No single voice in the crowd was discernible, so what Jack heard was more like a collective "There he is!"

Some spectators suddenly rushed toward the courthouse, others toward Jack. Cameramen flanked him on the sidewalk. Television reporters got right in his face, elbowing out their competition, firing off questions that presumed the outcome and that all ran together.

"How worried is your client?"

"Was it a mistake for Sydney not to testify?"

"Who will defend her on appeal?"

Jack answered none of them. Most onlookers were women, many of them red with sunburn, anger, or both. A line of police officers kept the crowd at bay as Jack climbed the courthouse steps. The jeers were nothing he hadn't heard before, but they seemed louder and angrier than usual.

"Baby killer!"

"Today's the day, Jack ass!" That and "Jack off" had become the preferred terms of endearment, at least when they weren't calling him Juani Cochran.

Jack pushed through the crowd, funneled through the revolving door, and headed to the security checkpoint, where armed guards with metal- detecting wands shuffled visitors along. The standard security check took only a minute, but with a mob on the courthouse steps, some with faces pressed to the windows, the process seemed much longer. Jack gathered his belongings, crossed the rotunda, and squeezed into an open elevator. The unwritten rule of crowded elevator etiquette – silence - was broken by one especially persistent reporter, but Jack didn't respond. No one got off until the elevator reached the sixth floor, an effective express ride, as if nothing else happening in the courthouse mattered.

As Jack started toward the courtroom doors, the sound of another elevator chime stopped him.

The metal doors parted. It was the team of prosecutors. Melinda Crawford and her entourage looked decidedly confident as they approached, just as they had since the first day of trial. Admittedly, Crawford's three hour closing argument had been nothing short of brilliant. Jack held the courtroom door for her. She opened the other door for herself, leaving Jack holding his for no one. The team followed her inside.

"You're welcome," said Jack.

The prosecutors went to the right, toward the long rectangular table nearer the empty jury box. Jack started toward the defense table, where his co-counsel was already seated.

For Jack, just seeing Hannah Goldsmith triggered memories of his first trial - with Hannah's father. Neil Goderich had founded the Freedom Institute to handle the overload of "death cases" generated at the hand of Jack's father, Harry Swyteck, the law-and-order governor who had signed more death warrants than any governor in Florida history. Four years of defending the guilty would prove to be enough for Jack. His resignation didn't end the friendship, however, so Jack naturally said yes when Neil had come down sick and asked Jack to cover "just one lousy hearing" in a new case. "Not since Thea Knight have I believed so strongly in a client's innocence," he'd told Jack. Two years later - a month before trial - Neil was dead. By then, State v. Bennett had become a pop culture juggernaut. Postponing trial to find new defense counsel wasn't an option the judge would consider. Jack hadn't so much as thought about Sydney Bennett since that favor for Neil, but that single hearing two years earlier made him the only living "attorney of record." Jack wasn't the first lawyer to get stuck in a criminal trial after making a pretrial appearance - that's why criminal defense lawyers insist on being paid upfront - but it was the first time it had happened to him. Jack could defend Sydney or go to jail. "No good deed goes unpunished," Judge Matthews had told him, the perfect TV sound bite to punctuate the court's denial of Jack's motion to withdraw. Hannah called Jack that evening and agreed to second-chair the trial.

Somewhere, high above the fracas, Neil undoubtedly found peace in knowing that his last case had turned Jack and Hannah into national pariahs.

"Is Sydney on her way up?" Jack asked.

As if on cue, the side door near their table opened. A pair of deputies escorted the guest of dishonor into the courtroom. Criminal defendants were not required to be shackled or clothed in prison garb in front of a jury. Sydney was wearing a conservative pink ruffled blouse and beige slacks, her long chestnut hair up in a bun. Of course the lawyers had chosen the outfit for her, as they had for each day of trial. The media had excoriated the defense for that, too, as if Jack were expected to tell his client to show up for court like Michael Jackson, dressed in pajamas and sunglasses.

Sydney appeared tentative at first, a normal reaction to the obvious tension in the courtroom. Her step quickened as she approached her lawyers. Hannah embraced her, but Jack didn't. "No public display of affection" was a holdover from his days at the Freedom Institute, days of defending the worst that death row had to offer. Jack's adherence to that rule, however, had done nothing to stem the Freudian babble of pop psychiatrists, so called expert commentators who spent hour after televised hour dissecting Sydney's "seductive glances," "naughty pouts," and "Bambi-like blinks" at her handsome attorney. The dichotomy of her prior life - loving single mother by day, slutty cocktail waitress by night - was part of the public fascination.

"I can't stand this waiting," Sydney whispered.

"Not much longer," said Jack.
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2013

    Anonymous

    I read the sample and plot is so similar to the Casey Anthony murder case. I don'know if I want to invest $16 to relieve that horrible night mare aggain. And besides this book is beyond my budget.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2013

    Have not finished reading

    I love his novels especially about the character. I did not realize this was based on the Casey Anthony story and it disturbed me to read it. I don't think I will finish it.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    I have read and enjoyed many of his books. However, regretted th

    I have read and enjoyed many of his books. However, regretted this purchase. A thinly veiled casey anthony story, right down to the avarice, swimming pool and proported daddy abuse.
    Not worth the money or time.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2014

    WAY too short.

    Make it WAY LONGER!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2014

    How to NOT get you locked out!!

    To write any bad word just do this. <p> Pus<_>sy = pus<_> sy <p>NO SPACE IN BETWEEN > & sy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2014

    Advice

    Mak the stary a couple pages longer, each chapter. And findvthe trick that doesn't lock you out with words like 'pus<_>sy'.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2014

    Great writing!

    This was a great read. This author does not disappoint.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2014

    Really enjoyable

    Well written. Page turner. Eminently readable

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2014

    Good story once got going

    Did not care for the starting story line, started out like a familiar real life trial of a young party girl and the murder of her toddler daughter. But glad I stuck with it. It went off on its own story, exciting and kept you guessing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2014

    Puddleleaf

    Pads in. Heavy with kit. Yowls as she falls. A black kit slowly slides out. She yowls. Then a 2 kit with gray spots. The 3 one with ginger brown spots slides out as she yowls. A 4 one slide out with a ginger pelt. A 5 one with dray and ginger spot came out. Finally the 6 one comes out slowly. (Rp them) walks out tiredly. Exhausted (idc id want them!) Byeee.....

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2014

    Ree

    Kk. Same. I'm out for awhile. Laterz :)

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2014

    Deimos

    Next clue, next result. &Delta

    0 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2014

    Kay

    Ree where r u im leaving nook for alittle bit just for the next 40 days ill be on on sundays though and ill bb on bye easter so c yah then i guess

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2014

    Flower

    May I join a small white wolf asks.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2014

    Killer

    Perfect. To make sure you are all worthy enought to join go to all too human resukt one and kill everyone. Come back only after everyone has died

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2013

    James Grippando always a great book

    never go wrong w/James Grippando

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2013

    Good Book

    While the book starts out with a trial closely patterned after the Casey Anthony trial, new elements to the story quickly emerge. New characters bring in related aspects of this story. This was my first book by this author and I think I'll go back and read his books in order.

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  • Posted May 6, 2013

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    As the title suggests, money is at the root of this plot in this

    As the title suggests, money is at the root of this plot in this, the latest in the Jack Swyteck series. It begins with a case in which Sydney Louise Bennett, the mother of a two-year-old child, is found innocent of murder. Jack, who stood in for his mentor at an earlier hearing in the woman’s matter, is the attorney of record, and the judge does not let him withdraw from the case.

    The trial itself leads to a media circus, which fans a bloodthirsty crowd that surrounds the court chanting all kinds of slogans. Everyone believes Sydney to be guilty, fueled by the invectives of a cable channel, Breaking News Network. and its anchor. Jack is vilified, especially when the jury returns a Not Guilty verdict. Any further details of the ensuing plot would constitute a spoiler.

    The author’s background as an associate with a leading law firm provides the basis for creating interesting courtroom scenes and raising unusual legal questions. The story that develops is on the one hand somewhat complicated, while the characterizations, on the other, are a bit oversimplified. Nevertheless, “Blood Money” upholds the level of the ten Swyteck series novels, and it is recommended.

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  • Posted February 22, 2013

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    3.5/5 This is the 10th book featuring Jack Swyteck, a Miami bas

    3.5/5

    This is the 10th book featuring Jack Swyteck, a Miami based lawyer. In Blood Money, Jack reluctantly takes on the defense of Sydney Bennett, a party girl cocktail waitress accused of killing her two year old. Sounds just like the real life case of Casey Anthony, also a Florida woman accused of killing her two year old in 2008, doesn't it? And, like Anthony, Grippando's character is found not guilty. The resulting social media storm also mirrors that of Anthony's case, which Time magazine called &quot;the social media trial of the century.&quot; Bennett comes to be known as 'shot mom', a reference to her selling of drinks at her cocktail waitress job, by TV host Faith Corso. Anthony was called 'tot mom' by television news host Nancy Grace. There are some other similarities I won't bother listing.

    So, part of me was disappointed in Grippando for simply fictionalizing a known case. But once things got underway, he did put his own spin on things with alternate scenarios. Lots of twists and turns kept me listening. I found the media frenzy surrounding the case a telling commentary on our society. I've always enjoyed the character of Jack - he's a likable, principled protagonist. Theo (whom Jack 'saved' from Death Row) is a solid sidekick, and the more physical of the duo. Their banter is often entertaining.

    The reader was award winning Jonathan Davis and he was excellent. His interpretation of Jack really matched the mental image I had created for this character. His voice is very expressive, and captured the action and tone of the story perfectly. His range of voices was very good - I was able to easily tell who was speaking. Davis has a voice that is truly easy on the ears!

    Blood Money was an entertaining listen for me

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  • Posted February 22, 2013

    The book starts out with a Casey Anthony type trial and its dist

    The book starts out with a Casey Anthony type trial and its distasteful outcome. However, it quickly becomes something else entirely. Twisted lives, several plot twists and Swyteck's usual associates combine to make this a thrilling adventure of just how bad some of these awful people are. You really don't like anyone in this book when you realize that no one is what they seem to be. Grippando's grasp of the visual beauty that is Miami is evident on every page and you are able to successfully picture yourself at the heart of the action. The ending is rewarding, but does leave a door open with regard to Swyteck's romanitc future.

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