Criminal Intent (Mike Daley Series #3)

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Lawyers Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez have put aside their differences as former husband and wife to become San Francisco's top criminal defense team. But a new case could bring it all crashing down-both professionally and personally-because Rosie's niece is accused of murder.

And before the trial is over, Mike and Rosie's own secrets will be exposed-changing everyone's perspective on truth and justice...and life and death.

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Overview

Lawyers Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez have put aside their differences as former husband and wife to become San Francisco's top criminal defense team. But a new case could bring it all crashing down-both professionally and personally-because Rosie's niece is accused of murder.

And before the trial is over, Mike and Rosie's own secrets will be exposed-changing everyone's perspective on truth and justice...and life and death.

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Publishers Weekly
The charm and originality that marked Special Circumstances and Incriminating Evidence, Siegel's first two legal thrillers about former priest and ex-public defender Mike Daley, are wearing a bit thin in this third outing. Mike's firm has moved from a shabby office over a martial arts studio in San Francisco's Mission District to a spot around the corner that used to house a tarot reader. He practices criminal law with his ex-wife, Rosie Fernandez, and another former girlfriend is also a partner in the struggling firm. Mike is having a secret affair with a sitting California Superior Court judge; Rosie is undergoing treatment for breast cancer; their 10-year-old daughter, Grace (and everyone else except Rosie and Mike), thinks they should get back together. But the real fireworks are provided by various members of Rosie's extended family, which seems to be even vaster than Sharon McCone's giant clan in Marcia Muller's books. Rosie's niece, Angel, a top model married to a fading film director, is accused of beating her husband to death with his Oscar statuette, while Angel's father, Tony, a respected produce merchant, gets involved in a kickback scheme to build a movie studio in the China Basin area. Siegel is still adept at detailing the workings of criminal law from the inside and his sense of nostalgia for the rapidly vanishing working-class enclaves of San Francisco is palpable. But this installment meanders a bit and relies too heavily on the familiar personality quirks of its protagonists. (Aug. 5) Forecast: Quibbles aside, this latest effort by Siegel still compares favorably to its competitors and should sell reliably; Putnam has ordered a 60,000-copy first printing. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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In Siegel's third fast-paced legal thriller (after Special Circumstances and Incriminating Evidence) featuring the San Francisco criminal defense team of Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez, the couple rushes to aid Rosie's niece, Angelina, after she is arrested for the bludgeoning death of her husband, an Academy Award-winning movie director. Family ties are also tested when Rosie's brother, Tony, is ensnared in a subplot of graft and extortion. Siegel does a nice job of blending humor and human interest into the mystery. Daley and Fernandez are competent lawyers, not superhuman crime fighters featured in more commonplace legal thrillers. With great characters and realistic dialog, this book provides enough intrigue and courtroom drama to please any fan of the genre. Recommended for all public libraries. - Jill M. Tempest, Jackson-George Regional Lib. Syst., MS Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Siegel trudges his priestly San Francisco attorney Mike Daley (Special Circumstances, 2000, etc.) against evil cinematic types, one of whom has clobbered another to death with an Oscar. Director Richard "Big Dick" MacArthur had wrapped up the sequel to his hit The Master only days before and had supposedly enjoyed the pre-release screening with his son "Little Richard" MacArthur, his latest wife, Mike Daley's ex-niece Angelina "Angel" Chavez, and a group of close associates. But the party was a bust. Hours after showing the none-too-successful vehicle for the untalented Angel, Big Dick turned up fatally battered and Angel was discovered parked by the Golden Gate Bridge in the family Jag, coked to the gills, a bloody Oscar in the trunk. Notified of the mess while still in the sheets with his secret lover, the beautiful Judge Leslie Shapiro, Daley springs into action as quickly as a middle-aged former priest and semi-successful attorney can. Things couldn't be murkier. Besides being auteur of the shaky new movie, MacArthur was a lead investor in the effort to create a film studio in the newly hot district near the Giants' new ballpark, a project for which money is slipped to politicians after being washed through neighborhood businesses in order to soften the opposition of the usual anti-everythings. The project is starting to look like a loser, and Big Dick's grouchy fellow investors were the bulk of the party guests on the fatal night, so the about-to-be-shed Angel wasn't the only one with unloving feelings for MacArthur. Indeed, the sole straight-arrow in attendance prior to the bashing was MacArthur's lawyer, and he's gone missing. Freeing Rosie's niece will take days of interrogation,miles of driving, and much cooperation from Mike's brother the p.i. and the junior members of the law firm, one of whose sons is about to be called before Judge Shapiro on a drug rap. Busy, busy, busy. All talk and no tension. A legal cozy in a great big village. First printing of 60,000
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780399149177
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 8/5/2002
  • Series: Mike Daley Series , #3
  • Pages: 416
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.32 (h) x 1.33 (d)

Meet the Author

Sheldon Siegel has been a lawyer in private practice for eighteen years.

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CHAPTER 1

"He's Definitely Dead"

Richard "Big Dick" MacArthur was once a promising young director. Now he churns out B movies on his best days and soft-core flicks on his worst. For those of us who remember his early work, it's a sad waste of an extraordinary talent.

-Film Critic Rex Lucas
San Francisco Chronicle. Friday, June 4

"HE'S DEAD, MIKE," the familiar voice says without the slightest hint of emotion. Even in the middle of the night, Rosita Carmela Fernandez, my ex-wife and current law partner, exudes calm professionalism. If we had demonstrated such reserve in our personal dealings a few years ago, we might still be married.

My eyes strain to adjust to the darkness in the unfamiliar bedroom as I fumble with my cell phone. A moment later, I'm able to focus on the green numerals on the clock radio. Four-fifteen A.M. It's June fifth and I'm freezing. Another glorious San Francisco summer. I ask, "Who's dead, Rosie?" I'm not much for guessing games before dawn.

"Richard MacArthur."

Three decades ago, Richard "Big Dick" MacArthur was heralded as the second coming of Stanley Kubrick. He made his first movie, The Master, when he was only twenty-five. It was nominated for best picture and he won the Oscar for the screenplay. Then he formed his own production company to make what he liked to call "high-quality art films." Some of his movies were more artistic than others, but all were over budget. He hit the skids a couple of years later when he depleted his bank accounts to cover the monumental cost overruns on his films. His lavish spending habits eventually pushed him to the brink of bankruptcy. In recent years, he's kept his creditors at bay by churning out formula action movies and soft-core flicks. If you believe the papers, the debts of MacArthur Films rival those of some third-world countries.

Notwithstanding his spotty track record, Big Dick still had a knack for convincing the major studios to pony up big bucks for a mainstream film every few years. The results have been mixed. His baseball film, The Leadoff Man, grossed over a hundred million dollars. The ill-fated sequel, Extra Innings, seemed longer than the seventeen-inning game it portrayed. Most of his spare cash has gone to pay alimony to his two ex-wives and to maintain his winery in Napa, where his Cabernets are on a par with his B movies. His new film, The Return of the Master, is scheduled for release next week. It's being touted as yet another attempt to return to mainstream respectability. We'll see. The early buzz has been lukewarm.

My brain shifts into second gear. I sit up in bed and reach for the lamp. For most people, a call before the sun comes up means serious trouble. When you make your living as a criminal defense attorney, it comes with the territory. Most of my clients don't have the common courtesy to get themselves arrested during normal business hours. I turn on the light and glance at the elegant four-poster bed and the sleek oak dresser. I look out the picture window that frames Alcatraz Island, but all I can see is a layer of thick fog. I remind myself that this fashionable condo on Telegraph Hill isn't exactly the working-class neighborhood in the outer Sunset where I grew up. Then again, this isn't exactly my condo.

I ask Rosie, "Where did they find him?"

"Baker Beach. Sounds like he may have fallen off the deck of his house."

Whether it was movies, divorces or houses, Big Dick did everything on a scale that was larger than life. His mansion is perched at the top of a rocky precipice in the exclusive Sea Cliff neighborhood just west of the Presidio and has a panoramic view of the Marin Headlands and the Golden Gate Bridge. It's an exclusive corner of town. The Chronicle magazine reported that he took out a three-million-dollar mortgage when he bought the house.

I fight to clear the cobwebs and ask, "Are they sure it's Big Dick?"

A pregnant pause. "Oh, it's Big Dick," she says. "He's definitely dead."

Rosie. She's one of the best criminal defense attorneys in Northern California. We met when we were working at the San Francisco Public Defender's office and got married after a whirlwind romance. She liked the idea of being married to an ex-priest. I liked the idea of being married. We called it off three years later on account of irreconcilable living habits. That was nine years ago. Unfortunately, we have an uncanny ability to push each other's buttons. Shortly after we split up, Rosie left the P.D.'s office and opened her own shop and I went to work for the white-shoe Simpson and Gates law firm at the top of the Bank of America building. We were reunited three years ago when the firm showed me the door because I didn't bring in enough high-paying clients. Rosie took me in, and we've been law partners ever since. It isn't an ideal arrangement, but we've always been better at working together than living with each other.

"Angel left the message," she says. "The police picked her up in the parking lot at the south tower of the Golden Gate Bridge."

Uh-oh. This is going to hit close to home. Angelina Chavez is MacArthur's third wife. He's old enough to be her father, and she's starring in his new film. She's also Rosie's niece, but there's a lot more to that story. Rosie isn't just Angel's aunt. She's her surrogate mother. Rosie's younger sister, Theresa, got married when she was eighteen and had two children. Angel's younger brother died of lymphoma when he was five, and her father left home a short time later. Theresa became addicted to antidepressants and alcohol while Angel was still in high school. She's been in AA for a couple of years. Angel spent a lot of time at our apartment when Rosie and I were married. Notwithstanding her family issues, she was a good student and got a scholarship to study drama at UCLA. She did some part-time modeling work and summer theater in college. This led to a recurring role on All My Children.

Angel met Big Dick at a party. He took an immediate liking to her and gave her a couple of small parts in his movies. They got married about a year ago, much to the dismay of the Fernandez clan, Rosie and Theresa included. Angel's starring role in The Return of the Master is her big break. She used her first advance check to buy her mother a small condo in the Mission District, not far from the house where Rosie grew up. Theresa has filled her modest apartment with photos and other memorabilia of her daughter.

I ask, "What was she doing at the bridge at this hour?"

"She didn't say."

This is uncharacteristic. Angel has a level head for a young woman who now travels in limos. Notwithstanding the temptations, she's managed to keep her feet on the ground and stay out of trouble. I ask, "Where is she?"

"The Hall of Justice."

"Why didn't they take her home?"

"I don't know." She has few details. We talk for a couple of minutes. I can hear the tension in her voice when she says, "I can't leave Grace by herself. And you know how she feels about Angel. She's going to be very upset."

Grace is our ten-year-old daughter. She lives with Rosie, but she stays with me every other weekend. Her bedroom walls are covered with her cousin's photos from InStyle, Elle and Vanity Fair.

Rosie adds, "I sure as hell don't want to take her to the Hall at this hour."

A highly commendable parental decision.

"Can you go down? I'll take Grace to my mother's, then come find you."

"I'm on my way, Rosie." I pause and ask, "Are you going to be okay?"

There's a hesitation before she says, "Yeah." She stops for an instant and adds, "Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

• *

A voice from behind me asks, "Rosie?"

I turn around. "Who else?"

"Naturally." Although Leslie Shapiro's delicate features and dark brown hair suggest she's in her mid-thirties, the crow's feet at the corners of her intense eyes reveal a woman who celebrated her forty-eighth birthday last September. She's a year younger than I am. She asks, "Why does your ex-wife always call when we're together?"

The room still smells of the aromatic candles that were burning a couple of hours earlier. Leslie has a taste for the exotic. "It just seems that way," I say.

We've been seeing each other for about six months. She asked me out for a drink after a bar association dinner, and one thing led to another. In a perfect world, judges and defense attorneys wouldn't sleep together-it creates certain inherent conflicts of interest-but it isn't a perfect world. It's still hard for me to refer to a sitting California Superior Court judge as my girlfriend. It's even tougher for the daughter of a California Supreme Court justice and a member of a prominent Jewish family to admit she's sleeping with an Irish Catholic criminal defense attorney who used to be a public defender and a priest.

For the time being, we're keeping our relationship to ourselves. At least we think it's a secret. Rosie knows about it, of course, but the rest of the San Francisco legal community is in the dark. For the moment, so is Judge Shapiro's family. We're reaching the point where we must consider a more permanent arrangement. This will get complicated. She's on the short list for the next opening on the Federal District Court, and mercifully, I haven't appeared in her courtroom since we started dating, but that could change at any moment. I guess you could say the practice of law makes for some strange bed partners.

"Just business," I say.

"It had better be." She's wearing only a UC Berkeley T-shirt, and she stands and pulls my face close to hers. Her eyes never leave mine as she kisses me and then lets go. "I sleep with only one man at a time," she says. "I expect the same from you."

We've covered this territory. "Not a problem," I say. "My relationship with Rosie is purely professional these days." This hasn't always been the case. We used to spend a fair amount of time rolling around together even after we got divorced. Old habits. The recreational aspects of our relationship came to a halt about a year ago when Rosie started going out with an attorney from the D.A.'s office. They broke up earlier this year. Rosie was seeing him when Leslie asked me out.

Leslie gives me a softer look. "How is Rosie feeling?"

"Not bad, all things considered." Rosie was diagnosed with breast cancer last fall. She had no apparent symptoms, she was very good about doing self-exams, and she had a mammogram every year. You never know. Her doctor called it Stage II infiltrating ductal carcinoma, or IDC, the most common type. It starts in a milk passage, or duct, then breaks through the wall and invades the fatty tissue. If untreated, it can spread to other parts of the body. I learned quickly that the severity of the disease is classified into four stages. The higher the stage, the more serious the cancer. Thankfully, they caught it early. She had a lumpectomy in January and six weeks of radiation, and the early tests suggested the treatment was successful. I'm hopeful. True to form, she's fighting with stoic intensity. She went in for her regular tests last week.

"What's the story with Richard MacArthur?" she asks.

"He's dead. His wife was picked up at the Golden Gate Bridge a little while ago."

"What was she doing there?"

"Beats me."

She gives me a skeptical look. "I've read about her."

"She's only twenty-five." I tell her about her modeling career and soap opera roles. Then I give her an abbreviated version of her relationship with her husband.

"Do you think she had anything to do with his death?"

"It's too soon to tell. She's talented and ambitious. He's an egomaniac." If you believe the tabloids, they've been sniping at each other on the set for six months.

She asks where they found the body.

"Baker Beach. They think he fell off the deck of his house. It's about a ten-story drop."

She cringes. "Accidentally?"

I shrug. "It could have been an accident. Or a suicide." I leave any other possibility unspoken.

She reflects for a moment and adds, "Forgive me for asking, but doesn't it seem a little odd to you that Angelina Chavez called you and Rosie for legal advice?"

It's a fair question. For the most part, Rosie and I practice criminal defense law by the seat of our pants from the second floor of a tired three-story brick building at 84 First Street, a block from the Transbay bus terminal. We run a low-margin operation just above the El Faro Mexican restaurant in a suite that once housed Madame Lena, a tarot card reader who assured us that we would have good luck if we took over her lease. Our new space is actually a slight improvement over our old offices in a defunct martial arts studio around the corner on Mission Street, next door to the Lucky Corner Chinese Restaurant. We moved last month when our old building was torn down to make way for a new high-rise. The Lucky Corner was also a casualty of urban renewal. The San Francisco culinary landscape will never be quite the same. We pay our bills by cutting deals on drunk-driving cases and representing small-time hoodlums and an occasional drug dealer. At least the drug dealers usually have some money to pay us. On a really good day, some poor corporate executive who has been charged with securities fraud will call us. Lately, there haven't been many good days. Rosie's illness has required her to cut back her practice. We get calls from people in Sea Cliff about once a decade.

Despite our modest surroundings, Rosie and I have had our share of high-profile cases. Three years ago, we represented an attorney from my old firm who was accused of gunning down two of our former colleagues. It was a media circus. A year later, Rosie and I defended the San Francisco District Attorney when he was charged with murdering a young male prostitute in a room at the Fairmont Hotel. We got a lot of attention for that one, too. Although it's fun to see yourself on the news every night, those cases are the exception to our day-to-day existence.

"There's a perfectly logical explanation," I say.

"And that would be?"

"She's Rosie's niece."

Leslie considers this news for a moment and says, "You never mentioned it. You've been withholding evidence from me, Counselor."

I give her a quick grin and a glib answer. "You didn't ask."

This elicits a grin. "Have you withheld any other material information from me?"

"No, Your Honor."

Her grin disappears. The Honorable Leslie Shapiro gives me a judicial nod and says, "The conventional wisdom says you shouldn't represent family members. It gets too personal."

"You can't always follow the conventional wisdom."

"This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Absolutely."

—from Criminal Intent by Sheldon Siegel, copyright © 2003, published by New American Library, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., all rights reserved, reprinted with permission from the publisher.

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First Chapter

Chapter 1

"He's Definitely Dead"

Richard "Big Dick" MacArthur was once a promising young director. Now he churns out B movies on his best days and soft-core flicks on his worst. For those of us who remember his early work, it's a sad waste of an extraordinary talent.
—Film Critic Rex Lucas San Francisco Chronicle. Friday, June 4

"He's dead, Mike," the familiar voice says without the slightest hint of emotion. Even in the middle of the night, Rosita Carmela Fernandez, my ex-wife and current law partner, exudes calm professionalism. If we had demonstrated such reserve in our personal dealings a few years ago, we might still be married.

My eyes strain to adjust to the darkness in the unfamiliar bedroom as I fumble with my cell phone. A moment later, I'm able to focus on the green numerals on the clock radio. Four-fifteen A.M. It's June fifth and I'm freezing. Another glorious San Francisco summer. I ask, "Who's dead, Rosie?" I'm not much for guessing games before dawn.

"Richard MacArthur."

Three decades ago, Richard "Big Dick" MacArthur was heralded as the second coming of Stanley Kubrick. He made his first movie, The Master, when he was only twenty-five. It was nominated for best picture and he won the Oscar for the screenplay. Then he formed his own production company to make what he liked to call "high-quality art films." Some of his movies were more artistic than others, but all were over budget. He hit the skids a couple of years later when he depleted his bank accounts to cover the monumental cost overruns on his films. His lavish spending habits eventually pushed him to the brink of bankruptcy. In recent years, he's kept his creditors at bay by churning out formula action movies and soft-core flicks. If you believe the papers, the debts of MacArthur Films rival those of some third-world countries.

Notwithstanding his spotty track record, Big Dick still had a knack for convincing the major studios to pony up big bucks for a mainstream film every few years. The results have been mixed. His baseball film, The Leadoff Man, grossed over a hundred million dollars. The ill-fated sequel, Extra Innings, seemed longer than the seventeen-inning game it portrayed. Most of his spare cash has gone to pay alimony to his two ex-wives and to maintain his winery in Napa, where his Cabernets are on a par with his B-movies. His new film, The Return of the Master, is scheduled for release next week. It's being touted as yet another attempt to return to mainstream respectability. We'll see. The early buzz has been lukewarm.

My brain shifts into second gear. I sit up in bed and reach for the lamp. For most people, a call before the sun comes up means serious trouble. When you make your living as a criminal defense attorney, it comes with the territory. Most of my clients don't have the common courtesy to get themselves arrested during normal business hours. I turn on the light and glance at the elegant four-poster bed and the sleek oak dresser. I look out the picture window that frames Alcatraz Island, but all I can see is a layer of thick fog. I remind myself that this fashionable condo on Telegraph Hill isn't exactly the working-class neighborhood in the outer Sunset where I grew up. Then again, this isn't exactly my condo.

I ask Rosie, "Where did they find him?"

"Baker Beach. Sounds like he may have fallen off the deck of his house."

Whether it was movies, divorces or houses, Big Dick did everything on a scale that was larger than life. His mansion is perched at the top of a rocky precipice in the exclusive Sea Cliff neighborhood just west of the Presidio and has a panoramic view of the Marin Headlands and the Golden Gate Bridge. It's an exclusive corner of town. The Chronicle magazine reported that he took out a three-million-dollar mortgage when he bought the house.

I fight to clear the cobwebs and ask, "Are they sure it's Big Dick?"

A pregnant pause. "Oh, it's Big Dick," she says. "He's definitely dead."

Rosie. She's one of the best criminal defense attorneys in Northern California. We met when we were working at the San Francisco Public Defender's office and got married after a whirlwind romance. She liked the idea of being married to an ex-priest. I liked the idea of being married. We called it off three years later on account of irreconcilable living habits. That was nine years ago. Unfortunately, we have an uncanny ability to push each other's buttons. Shortly after we split up, Rosie left the P.D.'s office and opened her own shop and I went to work for the white-shoe Simpson and Gates law firm at the top of the Bank of America building. We were reunited three years ago when the firm showed me the door because I didn't bring in enough high-paying clients. Rosie took me in, and we've been law partners ever since. It isn't an ideal arrangement, but we've always been better at working together than living with each other.

"Angel left the message," she says. "The police picked her up in the parking lot at the south tower of the Golden Gate Bridge."

Uh-oh. This is going to hit close to home. Angelina Chavez is MacArthur's third wife. He's old enough to be her father, and she's starring in his new film. She's also Rosie's niece, but there's a lot more to that story. Rosie isn't just Angel's aunt. She's her surrogate mother. Rosie's younger sister, Theresa, got married when she was eighteen and had two children. Angel's younger brother died of lymphoma when he was five, and her father left home a short time later. Theresa became addicted to antidepressants and alcohol while Angel was still in high school. She's been in AA for a couple of years. Angel spent a lot of time at our apartment when Rosie and I were married. Notwithstanding her family issues, she was a good student and got a scholarship to study drama at UCLA. She did some part-time modeling work and summer theater in college. This led to a recurring role on All My Children.

Angel met Big Dick at a party. He took an immediate liking to her and gave her a couple of small parts in his movies. They got married about a year ago, much to the dismay of the Fernandez clan, Rosie and Theresa included. Angel's starring role in The Return of the Master is her big break. She used her first advance check to buy her mother a small condo in the Mission District, not far from the house where Rosie grew up. Theresa has filled her modest apartment with photos and other memorabilia of her daughter.

I ask, "What was she doing at the bridge at this hour?"

"She didn't say."

This is uncharacteristic. Angel has a level head for a young woman who now travels in limos. Notwithstanding the temptations, she's managed to keep her feet on the ground and stay out of trouble. I ask, "Where is she?"

"The Hall of Justice."

"Why didn't they take her home?"

"I don't know." She has few details. We talk for a couple of minutes. I can hear the tension in her voice when she says, "I can't leave Grace by herself. And you know how she feels about Angel. She's going to be very upset."

Grace is our ten-year-old daughter. She lives with Rosie, but she stays with me every other weekend. Her bedroom walls are covered with her cousin's photos from InStyle, Elle and Vanity Fair.

Rosie adds, "I sure as hell don't want to take her to the Hall at this hour."

A highly commendable parental decision.

"Can you go down? I'll take Grace to my mother's, then come find you."

"I'm on my way, Rosie." I pause and ask, "Are you going to be okay?"

There's a hesitation before she says, "Yeah." She stops for an instant and adds, "Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

A VOICE FROM BEHIND me asks, "Rosie?"

I turn around. "Who else?"

"Naturally." Although Leslie Shapiro's delicate features and dark brown hair suggest she's in her mid-thirties, the crow's feet at the corners of her intense eyes reveal a woman who celebrated her forty-eighth birthday last September. She's a year younger than I am. She asks, "Why does your ex-wife always call when we're together?"

The room still smells of the aromatic candles that were burning a couple of hours earlier. Leslie has a taste for the exotic. "It just seems that way," I say.

We've been seeing each other for about six months. She asked me out for a drink after a bar association dinner, and one thing led to another. In a perfect world, judges and defense attorneys wouldn't sleep together-it creates certain inherent conflicts of interest-but it isn't a perfect world. It's still hard for me to refer to a sitting California Superior Court judge as my girlfriend. It's even tougher for the daughter of a California Supreme Court justice and a member of a prominent Jewish family to admit she's sleeping with an Irish Catholic criminal defense attorney who used to be a public defender and a priest.

For the time being, we're keeping our relationship to ourselves. At least we think it's a secret. Rosie knows about it, of course, but the rest of the San Francisco legal community is in the dark. For the moment, so is Judge Shapiro's family. We're reaching the point where we must consider a more permanent arrangement. This will get complicated. She's on the short list for the next opening on the Federal District Court, and mercifully, I haven't appeared in her courtroom since we started dating, but that could change at any moment. I guess you could say the practice of law makes for some strange bed partners.

"Just business," I say.

"It had better be." She's wearing only a UC Berkeley T-shirt, and she stands and pulls my face close to hers. Her eyes never leave mine as she kisses me and then lets go. "I sleep with only one man at a time," she says. "I expect the same from you."

We've covered this territory. "Not a problem," I say. "My relationship with Rosie is purely professional these days." This hasn't always been the case. We used to spend a fair amount of time rolling around together even after we got divorced. Old habits. The recreational aspects of our relationship came to a halt about a year ago when Rosie started going out with an attorney from the D.A.'s office. They broke up earlier this year. Rosie was seeing him when Leslie asked me out.

Leslie gives me a softer look. "How is Rosie feeling?"

"Not bad, all things considered." Rosie was diagnosed with breast cancer last fall. She had no apparent symptoms, she was very good about doing self-exams, and she had a mammogram every year. You never know. Her doctor called it Stage II infiltrating ductal carcinoma, or IDC, the most common type. It starts in a milk passage, or duct, then breaks through the wall and invades the fatty tissue. If untreated, it can spread to other parts of the body. I learned quickly that the severity of the disease is classified into four stages. The higher the stage, the more serious the cancer. Thankfully, they caught it early. She had a lumpectomy in January and six weeks of radiation, and the early tests suggested the treatment was successful. I'm hopeful. True to form, she's fighting with stoic intensity. She went in for her regular tests last week.

"What's the story with Richard MacArthur?" she asks.

"He's dead. His wife was picked up at the Golden Gate Bridge a little while ago."

"What was she doing there?"

"Beats me."

She gives me a skeptical look. "I've read about her."

"She's only twenty-five." I tell her about her modeling career and soap opera roles. Then I give her an abbreviated version of her relationship with her husband.

"Do you think she had anything to do with his death?"

"It's too soon to tell. She's talented and ambitious. He's an egomaniac." If you believe the tabloids, they've been sniping at each other on the set for six months.

She asks where they found the body.

"Baker Beach. They think he fell off the deck of his house. It's about a ten-story drop."

She cringes. "Accidentally?"

I shrug. "It could have been an accident. Or a suicide." I leave any other possibility unspoken.

She reflects for a moment and adds, "Forgive me for asking, but doesn't it seem a little odd to you that Angelina Chavez called you and Rosie for legal advice?"

It's a fair question. For the most part, Rosie and I practice criminal defense law by the seat of our pants from the second floor of a tired three-story brick building at 84 First Street, a block from the Transbay bus terminal. We run a low-margin operation just above the El Faro Mexican restaurant in a suite that once housed Madame Lena, a tarot card reader who assured us that we would have good luck if we took over her lease. Our new space is actually a slight improvement over our old offices in a defunct martial arts studio around the corner on Mission Street, next door to the Lucky Corner Chinese Restaurant. We moved last month when our old building was torn down to make way for a new high-rise. The Lucky Corner was also a casualty of urban renewal. The San Francisco culinary landscape will never be quite the same. We pay our bills by cutting deals on drunk-driving cases and representing small-time hoodlums and an occasional drug dealer. At least the drug dealers usually have some money to pay us. On a really good day, some poor corporate executive who has been charged with securities fraud will call us. Lately, there haven't been many good days. Rosie's illness has required her to cut back her practice. We get calls from people in Sea Cliff about once a decade.

Despite our modest surroundings, Rosie and I have had our share of high-profile cases. Three years ago, we represented an attorney from my old firm who was accused of gunning down two of our former colleagues. It was a media circus. A year later, Rosie and I defended the San Francisco District Attorney when he was charged with murdering a young male prostitute in a room at the Fairmont Hotel. We got a lot of attention for that one, too. Although it's fun to see yourself on the news every night, those cases are the exception to our day-to-day existence.

"There's a perfectly logical explanation," I say.

"And that would be?"

"She's Rosie's niece."

Leslie considers this news for a moment and says, "You never mentioned it. You've been withholding evidence from me, Counselor."

I give her a quick grin and a glib answer. "You didn't ask."

This elicits a grin. "Have you withheld any other material information from me?"

"No, Your Honor."

Her grin disappears. The Honorable Leslie Shapiro gives me a judicial nod and says, "The conventional wisdom says you shouldn't represent family members. It gets too personal."

"You can't always follow the conventional wisdom."

"This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Absolutely."

—from Criminal Intent by Sheldon Siegel, Copyright © August 2002, Putnam Pub Group, a member of Penguin Putnam, Inc., used by permission.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2008

    A Good Michael Daley Thriller

    Siegel takes the Michael Daley in a new direction. In this one his partner & ex-wife Rosie is sick with cancer while her neice Angela is arrested for a murder. Lacking the usual courtroom drama, this book focuses more on Michael and Rosie trying to learn the truth to get Angela out of jail before she becomes a suicide victim. Noticeably absent in this one is Nick Hanson, PI who is usually very entertaining. Instead we have Jaella PI and ex-cheerleader. Maybe Michael's brother Pete will finally have his day! While all this goes on Michael is having an extremely secretive affair with a judge which causes all kinds of conflict of interest situations. Though not up to the same level of some of the other Siegel Daley books, it is still a superior read mainly because of Daley's wisecracking thoughts around everything he says.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2002

    A MUST read!

    Mike Daley is back, and with the help of his partner (and ex-wife) Rosie, he is out to find the killer of movie director Big Dick MacArthur. Richard (Big Dick) MacArthur was riding high as one of Hollywood¿s top directors, but after several box office disappointments MacArthur needs a hit, and he may have it with his new film 'The Return Of The Master.' Following a private screening of the film Big Dick is hit with mixed opinions, and much criticism against the performances in the film, mainly that of his wife Angel, who was cast in the lead. On the morning following the screening Big Dick is found dead, beaten with his Oscar statue. The police have their suspect, Dick¿s wife Angel. Angel was found past out in the front seat of his car parked on the bridge where his body was found, and next to her is a bag of cocaine, to make matters worse her fingerprints are found on the murder weapon. Mike and Rosie could not make it as husband and wife, but they make a great team of defense lawyers, and when the call comes in about Big Dick¿s murder they know they will have their work cut out for them, especially since Angel is Rosie¿s niece. Rosie, battling her own personal issues, must find the strength to help her niece, and at the same time look out for her brother Tony who is in the middle of a graft proposal. As the murder case heats up, and Tony gets deeper involved with wrong doings, Mike¿s relationship with a woman judge is put to the test, a fellow lawyer¿s son is arrested on drug charges, and Rosie hides a secret that will shock them all. `Criminal Intent¿ is an ABSOLUTE MUST READ PAGE-TURNER. This novel starts off with a bang and plummets ahead at warp speed. The murder plot unfolds with the unveiling of secrets, and the discovery of each character with something to hide. The various sub-plots are introduced and then woven into the main plot with such precision that the reader can do nothing but hold on tight and enjoy the ride. Sheldon Siegel has written two previous EXCELLENT novels, and he is continuing the streak with his best novel yet. Complex plot, cliff-hangers at the end of each chapter, interesting characters, witty dialogue, razor-sharp suspense, and lightning fast pacing sets this novel far apart from others in the genre proving Sheldon Siegel will be around a long time. Forget Grisham, Turow, and Lescroart¿ Sheldon Siegel is the author to read if you want an entertaining legal thriller. This MUST read novel should rocket up the bestseller list¿s, and keep readers anxious for the next book in the Mike Daley series. Nick Gonnella

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 20, 2012

    Good Series

    Characters are well drawn. Plot is interesting and story moves along. What more can you ask.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    engaging legal thriller

    Producer Richard ¿Big Dick¿ MacArthur dies by apparently falling off the deck of his Baker Beach, California home. The police detain the movie mogul¿s third wife, Angelina Chavez, who was found by a bridge unconscious in a family car. After questioning and checking out her story, the police accuse Angelina of murdering her spouse as the murder weapon, his Oscar, is in the trunk of her vehicle. San Francisco attorneys Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez become the defense team because Angelina is the niece of the former. <P>The Big Dick case would be difficult enough to provide a defense for without the family connection. However, the lawyers have other clients in various states of legal trouble with most related in some way to the firm. Trying to balance each one¿s need while working a homicide case keeps Mike and Rosie working overtime. <P>The latest Daley-Fernandez novel is an engaging legal thriller that is superior when the story line focuses on either the Big Dick homicide case or the tour of the Streets of San Francisco. The secondary legal cases feel like filler and leave the impression that except for the police, the entire Bay Area is related to Mike, Rosie, or someone else in the firm. Still the prime plot is cleverly developed so that sub-genre readers will enjoy the homicide defense while series fans will like insight into the extended family. <P>Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2002

    BEST SUMMER BEACH BOOK!!!!

    GRAB this one fast before it sells out cuz Mike and Rosie are back and this time with Big Dick and Angie and a cast of amazing characters that will make you laugh and cry and even shudder at their antics. The previous two marvelous books were fantastic but this one is fatter, juicier and most definitely the best one yet. i completely totallly agree with each and every word that nick gonnella wrote in his review. you'll definitely have fun revisiting mike and rosie's favorite haunts in the glorious city of San Francisco while they solve their latest case. What more could you possibly want or need in a book? Thanx, Sheldon, for the continuing saga of these two crazy attorneys and here's to many more! I, for one, cannot wait for the next fun caper.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 14, 2012

    Highly recommended

    Good story

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2012

    Excellent read

    Love this author. Characters and storylines make all of his books impossible for me to put down. Can't wait for more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2012

    Good book

    Good story

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