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Fate throws a curveball at the San Francisco ex-husband-and-wife legal team of Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez, when Mike picks up the phone and hears the voice of Leon Walker. This is not good news-because Walker was the one who ruined their marriage. Years ago, he and his brother participated in a stickup that left a man dead. Through a series of (some said) questionable maneuvers, Mike got the charges dropped, but he and Rosie fought about it all the time and it finally drove a wedge between them.

Now, a Silicon Valley venture capitalist has been found dead in a dumpster on San Francisco's skid row. The new murder has been pinned on Walker, but he not only tells Mike he is innocent, he says he is a dying man and doesn't want to go to his grave proclaimed a murderer. Dogged investigation, courtroom nimbleness, and a healthy dose of luck usually have helped Mike before, but it looks like it'll take more than that to prevail this time, and his time is running out-both on his client and, just maybe, on his partnership.

Filled with wonderful characters and suspense and more than a touch of humor, Reasonable Doubt is, like the author's first three books, a page-turner.

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Publishers Weekly
Siegel's fourth stand-out legal procedural features likable law partners Mike Daley and ex-wife Rosie Fernandez working together in their San Francisco firm, Fernandez, Daley and O'Malley. As with the others in the series (Special Circumstances; Incriminating Evidence; Criminal Intent), it's a low-key but pleasantly compelling read. Skid row resident Leon Walker, successfully represented by Michael and Rosie in a murder case 10 years earlier, reappears and seeks legal help once again. Leon is charged with the murder of Tower Grayson, a Silicon Valley venture capitalist found stabbed to death in a Dumpster behind a liquor store. The firm has several good reasons to turn Walker down. After Rosie's battle with breast cancer, they've sworn off exhaustive murder investigations, and the original Leon Walker case destroyed their marriage. But Michael's unbending moral code compels him to take the job, and Rosie reluctantly goes along. It's a tough case as both the cops and the prosecutors are doing everything in their power, including intimidating witnesses and threatening Michael, to take the accused man down. Leon, who lives in a flophouse and is dying of liver disease, is equally determined to go to his grave an innocent man. Although Grayson's family and business partners depict him as a pillar of the community, dogged detective work (Michael's ex-cop brother is a PI) turns up a wealth of unsavory evidence attesting to Grayson's many failings, both legal and moral. Michael's careful deliberations and ethical considerations are a refreshing contrast to the slapdash morality and breakneck speed of most legal thrillers. The lengthy, detailed courtroom scenes are instructive and authentic, the resolution fair, dramatic and satisfying. Michael, Rosie, daughter Grace and friends are characters worth rooting for. The verdict is clear; another win for Siegel. (Aug. 11) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Husband-and-wife lawyers Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez split because she disagreed with his defense of sleazy Leon. So Mike is not too pleased when Leon again needs his services. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
San Francisco attorney Mike Daley struggles in and out of the courtroom while trying to find evidence to clear a troublesome and terminally ill client. In his fourth outing (Criminal Intent, 2002, etc.), ex-priest and ex-public defender Daley practices privately in partnership with ex-wife Rosie. This, and the maintenance of separate nearby residences, has rekindled their romantic relationship and helped them co-parent their preteen daughter Grace. Both partnership and romance are threatened, however, when derelict Leon Walker asks Daley to represent him . . . again. It was the first Leon Walker trial ten years earlier that caused the breakup of Mike and Rosie's marriage. This time, Leon was found passed out in an alley near the stabbed corpse of business magnate Tower Grayson. Fingerprints, blood spatters, and the knife found in Leon's pocket all suggest an open-and-shut case. Unfortunately for Daley, he (unlike Rosie) believes Leon's claims of innocence and feels duty-bound to represent him, especially when he learns that Leon has only weeks to live. Daley implements a two-prong strategy, with seemingly contradictory prongs. He presses to get the case to trial as quickly as possible while investigating Grayson's murder himself, aided by his p.i. brother and a handful of other irregulars. Excavated dirt about Grayson is plentiful, and both his callow son and his restless wife had motive and were spotted near the murder scene on the fateful night. Grayson frequented a sex club called Basic Needs (also near the site of his death) and regularly consorted with a prostitute named Alicia Morales, who happens to be missing. Will more digging result in evidence against one of these potentialsuspects? On the home front, Daley worries about Rosie (a recent breast cancer survivor), who's getting sick regularly and trying to hide it from him. Courtroom scenes, full of legal maneuvering, are highlights as Siegel's sharp style turns them into mini-dramas (or comedies). By contrast, the whodunit plot rarely surprises or provides any fresh twists. Agent: Margret McBride/Margret McBride Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780399150425
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 8/11/2003
  • Series: Mike Daley Series , #4
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 6.36 (w) x 9.34 (h) x 1.32 (d)

Meet the Author

Sheldon Siegel has been an attorney in San Francisco for nineteen years.

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Assault with a "Deadly Chicken"

Rosita Fernandez, Michael Daley and Carolyn O'Malley announce the reopening of the law offices of Fernandez, Daley and O'Malley, at 84 First Street, Suite 200, San Francisco, California 94105. The firm will specialize in criminal defense law in state and federal courts. Flexible fee arrangements are available for clients with demonstrated financial needs. Referrals welcome.

SAN FRANCISCO DAILY LEGAL JOURNAL, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 1

JUDGE ELIZABETH MCDANIEL is glaring at me over the top of her reading glasses. The good-natured veteran of the California Superior Court rarely raises her voice, but her demeanor leaves no doubt that she's in complete control of her stuffy courtroom on the second floor of San Francisco's Hall of Justice. It's a few minutes before noon on Friday, June 3, and she's been listening to pleas with characteristic patience for almost three hours. Today's cattle call has dissipated and most of the petty criminals whose numbers came up this morning are out on bail. A few unlucky souls have returned to the unsightly new jail building next door.

Judge McDaniel's chin is resting on her left palm and her light brown hair is pulled back into a tight ball. She arches a stern eyebrow in my direction and says, "We haven't seen you in quite some time, Mr. Daley."

I sense that she may be somewhat less than ecstatic to see me.

I dart a glance at my law partner and ex-wife, Rosita Fernandez, who is sitting in the front row of the otherwise empty gallery. Rosie stopped by to offer moral support after she'd finished a DUI case next door. I suspect she'd rather be spending her forty-fifth birthday in more elegant surroundings. I'll make it up to her over the weekend.

I turn back to Judge McDaniel and try to strike an appropriately deferential note. "Ms. Fernandez and I took a year off to teach law in Berkeley," I tell her. "We recently returned to private practice on this side of the Bay."

There's more to the story. Rosie and I have been representing criminals for a living for the past fifteen years, first as public defenders, and more recently in private practice. About a year ago, we decided to take a break after we defended Rosie's niece, who was accused of murdering a megalomaniac Bay Area movie director who also happened to be her husband. In an attempt to stabilize our schedules, collect some regular paychecks and spend more time with our eleven year-old daughter, Grace, we took a sabbatical to run the death penalty clinic at my alma mater, Boalt Law School. It didn't work out the way we had hoped. We traded the headaches of running a small law firm for the heartaches of supervising a half-dozen death penalty appeals, and we spent what little free time we had trying to raise money to keep the clinic afloat. Most defense attorneys don't hang out with people who have hundred-dollar bills burning through their pockets unless the money happens to be stolen. Our noble experiment in academia ran its course when the school year ended a few weeks ago.

Judge McDaniel's round face rearranges itself into a bemused look. The former prosecutor came to the law after raising her children, and unlike most of us who work in this building whose idealism gave way to cynicism long ago, she relishes every moment she spends on the bench. I can make out the hint of the drawl that is the last remnant of her proper southern upbringing when she says, "Academia's loss is our gain, Mr. Daley." The corner of her mouth turns up slightly as she adds, "I take it you taught your students to comport themselves with the same professionalism and dignity that you have always exhibited in this courtroom?"

"Absolutely, Your Honor."

Rosie and I are unlikely to win any popularity contests in the Hall. The criminal justice system in our hometown is an incestuous little Peyton Place where the prosecutors, police officers, defense attorneys and, yes, judges, get to know each other pretty well-some would say too well. Our reputation as effective-and zealous-defense attorneys accompanies us whenever we enter the imposing gray structure where Judge McDaniel and her overworked colleagues do their best to mete out justice as fairly and expeditiously as they can.

She isn't finished. "And I trust you instructed them to demonstrate the same respect that you have shown to this court?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Glad to hear it, Mr. Daley." Her smile disappears. Time to get down to business-at least until the lunch bell rings. "What brings you back to my courtroom?"

I try to keep my tone perfectly even when I say, "A chicken, Your Honor."

"Excuse me?"

A rookie ADA named Andy Erickson is getting his feet wet today. The earnest USF grad was an all-area baseball player at St. Ignatius, and his new gray suit hangs impressively on his athletic frame. He's going to be a good prosecutor when he grows up, but it's his first time at the plate and he's a little nervous as he tries to muster an appropriately prosecutorial tone. "Mr. Daley is attempting to minimize the seriousness of this case," he says. "The defendant violated Section Two-Forty-Five A-One of the Penal Code. He committed a felony."

I've never been impressed by people who recite Penal Code section numbers. The judge's pronounced scowl suggests she isn't, either. In English, Andy is saying that the tall African-American man sitting to my left has been charged with assault with a deadly weapon.

Showtime. I give young Andy a patronizing look and begin the usual defensive maneuvers. "My client has been accused of a felony," I say. "Whether he's guilty is a matter for a jury to decide."

Welcome to the practice of law, Andy. And you're right: I am trying to minimize the seriousness of this case. That's my job. My client, Terrence Love, is a soft-spoken, good-natured thug who makes ends meet by taking things that don't belong to him. That's his job. I represented him for the first time when I was a PD and I help him out from time to time for sentimental reasons. He's never hurt anyone and he uses his loot to pay for booze and a room in a flophouse. On those rare occasions when he's particularly flush, he pays me. I've suggested to him that he might consider a more conventional-and legal-line of work, but he's elected to stick with what he knows best. He's spent about a third of his forty years in jail. He's been drug-free for almost two years now, but sobriety has been more elusive.

Andy furrows his brow and says, "The defendant has a long rap sheet, Your Honor."

Nice try. Every baby prosecutor nowadays tries to sound like Sam Waterston on Law & Order. Luckily for Sam, his cases on TV are resolved in an hour or so, minus time for commercials, credits and a preview of next week's show. Andy will find out soon enough that things don't always go quite so smoothly out here in the real world-especially when he has to deal with pesky defense attorneys like me. He'll calm down in a few weeks. I'll ask him if he wants to go out for a beer when we're done. We'll be seeing each other again-probably soon.

I keep my tone conversational. "Your Honor," I say, "the prosecution has blown this matter out of proportion."

There's more at stake than I'm letting on. Terrence has been convicted of two prior felonies. If he goes down again, he could be in jail for a long time-perhaps even for life-under California's mandatory "three strikes" sentencing laws.

Judge McDaniel stops me with an uplifted palm. "Mr. Daley," she says, "this is an arraignment. Your client is here to enter a plea."

"Your Honor, if we could talk about this for just a moment-"

"If you'd like to talk about anything other than your client's plea-including the subject of chickens-you'll have to save it for the preliminary hearing."

"But Your Honor-"

"Guilty or not?"

"Not guilty."

"Thank you."

She sets a date for a preliminary hearing a week from today. She's about to bang her gavel when I decide to take a chance and break a fundamental rule of courtroom etiquette by addressing her without an invitation. "Your Honor," I say, "if we could discuss this, I think we can come to a fair and reasonable resolution that will be satisfactory to all parties and will not require us to take up more of your time."

I would never think of asking for anything that's less than fair and reasonable, and judges are often receptive to suggestions that might alleviate congestion in their overcrowded dockets.

She points to her watch and says, "You have two minutes."

It's more than I thought she'd give me. "As I said, this case is about a chicken."

She mimics a basketball referee by holding up her hands in the shape of the letter T. "Time out," she says. "Your client is charged with assault with a deadly weapon."

"Yes, he is, Your Honor, but there are mitigating circumstances."

"There are always mitigating circumstances when you appear in this courtroom." She turns to Andy Erickson for help. "What's this all about?"

Perfect. I've done nothing other than to question the charges, and now she's making poor Andy explain it. It's time for me to shut up and let him tell his story.

I can see beads of sweat on his forehead, and I'll bet his armpits are soaked under his new suit. He studies his notes and then looks up at the judge. To his credit, his tone is professional when he says, "The defendant attacked Mr. Edward Harper, who was seriously injured."

Not so fast. "It was an accident," I insist. "Mr. Harper had a couple of scratches."

The judge exhales loudly and asks me, "Where does a chicken fit into this?"

Here goes. "My client purchased a fully cooked roasted chicken at his local supermarket." My tone suggests he wandered into the upscale Safeway in the Marina District. In reality, Terrence patronized a deli on the blighted Sixth Street skid row just north of here. "Then he stopped at a nearby liquor store to purchase a beverage." King Cobra is popular on Sixth Street because it's cheaper than Budweiser and comes in a larger bottle. "He inadvertently left the chicken on the counter at the liquor store." Actually, he was in such a hurry to crack open his King Cobra that he forgot all about the chicken. "He realized his mistake and returned a few minutes later, where he found Mr. Harper walking out of the store with his dinner. He politely asked him to return it." Politeness is in the ears of the beholder. Terrence bears an uncanny resemblance to Shaquille O'Neal and outweighs Harper by more than a hundred pounds. They live in the same dilapidated residential hotel and have had several run-ins. Terrence probably told him to give back the chicken or he'd beat the hell out of him. "Mr. Harper refused and a discussion ensued, followed by some inadvertent shoving." In the world of criminal defense attorneys, shouting matches are always characterized as discussions and shoving always happens inadvertently.

Erickson finally stops me. "The defendant hit Mr. Harper intentionally," he says. "He attempted to inflict great bodily injury."

It's a legitimate legal point. The Penal Code says you're guilty of a felony if you assault someone with a deadly weapon or by means of any force that's likely to produce great bodily harm. In the absence of a gun or a knife, prosecutors usually argue the latter. Theoretically, you can be convicted of hitting somebody with a Nerf ball if the DA can show your action was likely to result in a serious injury.

I invoke a time-honored legal tactic used by defense attorneys and second-graders: blame the other guy. "Your Honor," I say, "Mr. Harper started it by stealing Mr. Love's chicken. My client had no intention of injuring him. Mr. Love simply asked him to return his dinner. When he refused, Mr. Love had no other choice but to attempt to take it from him, resulting in an inadvertent struggle." I'm laying it on a little thick when I add, "My client didn't press charges against Mr. Harper for stealing his chicken. Mr. Love also suffered a gash on his head."

It was a scratch, and it's unclear whether Harper inflicted the less-than-life-threatening wound. For all I know, Terrence could have nicked himself while shaving his bald dome.

This time Erickson comes back swinging. "Your Honor," he says, "Mr. Daley is intentionally mischaracterizing the circumstances surrounding this vicious attack."

Yes, I am.

He points a finger at Terrence and adds, "The defendant struck Mr. Harper with a deadly weapon."

He was doing pretty well for a while, but now he's overplaying his hand. It's a common rookie mistake-especially in front of a smart judge like Betsy McDaniel. I read the expression on her face and keep my mouth shut. She gives Erickson an irritated look and says, "What deadly weapon did he use?"

I was hoping she was going to ask.

Erickson realizes he's in trouble. He lowers his voice and says, "The chicken."

"Excuse me?"

Game over. One might say Andy's goose-or chicken-is cooked. Judge McDaniel gives him a quizzical look when she asks, "Are you suggesting a chicken is a deadly weapon?"

Unfortunately for Andy, he just did. He has no choice. "Yes, Your Honor."

I say to the judge, "Your Honor, with all due respect to Mr. Erickson, when I read the Penal Code, a chicken is not a deadly weapon, and assault with a deadly chicken is not a crime."

I catch the hint of a grin from the judge.

Andy tries again. "The defendant was a professional boxer," he says. "He was known as Terrence 'the Terminator' Love."

Judge McDaniel's stomach is growling. She points her gavel at him and says, "So?"

"In the hands of a trained fighter, even a seemingly innocuous item such as a chicken can be deadly. Some states have gone so far as to provide that the hands of a licensed boxer can be construed as lethal weapons."

"California isn't one of them," I interject. "Our statute is silent on the issue and there are no California cases holding that the hands of a professional boxer are deadly per se. In fact, there are California cases that hold that hands and feet are not deadly weapons."

Erickson says, "In the hands of a former boxer, even the smallest item can be deadly."

Judge McDaniel gives me a thoughtful look and says, "There is some authority to support Mr. Erickson's position under current California law. If I hit you with my gavel, it would hurt, but it's unlikely that I could inflict serious damage. Given your client's size and strength, the same cannot be said for him."

True enough. I hope she isn't going to put her theory to a test by handing her gavel to the Terminator. I start to weave. "Your Honor," I say, "the cases have construed certain items, such as guns, knives, chains and tire irons, as inherently deadly. Other objects must be evaluated on a case-by-case basis, taking into account the circumstances of their use and the size and strength of the person holding them."

She isn't buying it. "Your client is a trained fighter who weighs over three hundred pounds. What's your point?"

"Other factors should be taken into consideration."

"Such as?"

"There's a reason he's no longer boxing."

"And that would be?"

"He wasn't very good at it."

"Objection, Your Honor," Erickson says. "Relevance."

I show a patient smile. "Your Honor," I say, "Mr. Erickson's position turns on the issue of whether a chicken became a deadly weapon in my client's hands." I turn to the Terminator and say, "Would you please tell the judge your record as a boxer?"

He gives her a sheepish look and says, "Zero and four."

I feign incredulity. "Really? You fought only four times and you never won a fight?"

His high-pitched voice is childlike when he says, "That's correct."

"Did you ever manage to knock anybody down?"

"No. I have soft hands."

"What does that mean?"

"I couldn't hit anybody hard enough to knock them out."

I glance at Rosie, who signals me to wrap up. I say to the judge, "In light of this testimony, we respectfully request that the charges be dismissed as a matter of law."

Judge McDaniel's poker face gives way to a wry grin. Erickson starts to talk, but she cuts him off with a wave and asks him, "Are you aware that Mr. Love could be sentenced to life in prison if he's convicted?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

She sounds like my third-grade teacher at St. Peter's when she asks, "Do you really expect me to send him away because of a shoving match over a chicken?"

"Mr. Harper had to go to the hospital, Your Honor."

She looks at the clock and starts tapping a Bic pen on her bench book. She sighs heavily and says to nobody in particular, "Gentlemen, how are we going to resolve this?"

Erickson glances at me for an instant, then he turns to the judge and says, "Your Honor, we're prepared to move forward."

He's exhausted her patience. She points her pen at him and says, "You aren't listening to me, Mr. Erickson. How are we going to resolve this?"

It's the opening I've been waiting for. "Your Honor," I say, "I've tried to persuade Mr. Erickson that this matter can be resolved without any further intervention by this court."

"What do you have in mind, Mr. Daley?"

I TRY TO STRIKE A TONE OF UNQUESTIONABLE REASON WHEN I SAY, "MR. LOVE WILL APOLOGIZE TO MR. HARPER FOR INADVERTENTLY HITTING HIM, AND MR. HARPER WILL APOLOGIZE TO MR. LOVE FOR ACCIDENTALLY TAKING HIS CHICKEN. IN THE SPIRIT OF COOPERATION, MY CLIENT WON'T PRESS THEFT CHARGES."

The judge mulls it over and says, "What else can you offer, Mr. Daley?"

I need to sweeten the pot. "In an effort to conclude this matter amicably, I will take everyone, including Mr. Harper and Mr. Erickson and Your Honor, across the street for lunch. The roast chicken is pretty good."

It takes the judge a moment to warm up to my proposal. Finally, she says, "Sounds fitting." She turns to Andy and adds, "That's going to work for you, isn't it, Mr. Erickson?"

"Your Honor," he says, "you can't simply dismiss the case."

"Yes, I can." She points a finger at him and adds, "If you plan to work here for any length of time, you would be well advised to keep that in mind before you press felony charges against somebody who got into a shoving match over a chicken."

Andy Erickson's initiation is now complete.

The judge says to him in a tone that leaves no room for negotiation, "Mr. Daley's proposal is acceptable to you, isn't it, Mr. Erickson?"

"I guess so, Your Honor."

She bangs her gavel. "Case dismissed, subject to Mr. Daley agreeing to take the defendant, Mr. Harper and Mr. Erickson to lunch. I will expect all of you to behave in a civil manner and I don't want to see any of you back here this afternoon. Understood?"

Erickson and I mumble in unison, "Understood."

The judge grins at me and says, "I'm going to pass on your generous offer to join you."

"Perhaps another time."

"Perhaps." She stands and says, "It's nice to have you back, Mr. Daley. You bring a certain practical expedience to our proceedings, along with some badly needed humor."

"Thank you, Your Honor."

The smile leaves her face as she adds, "I trust you won't be back in my courtroom anytime soon."

"No, Your Honor."

"Good." —from Final Verdict by Sheldon Siegel, copyright © 2003 Sheldon Siegel, published by G.P. Putnam's Sons, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., all rights reserved, reprinted with permission from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2003

    The final verdict is 'it's a winner'

    Mr. Siegel does an outstanding job of showing both the frailty and strength of the human spirit as he interweaves the plot and the story. Almost more important than the case involved in his latest book, is the story of Mike and Rosie which bring us full circle from the heartbreak of times past to the promise of a very upbeat future. It makes you look forward to the next installment even more. Great job once again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2003

    Final Verdict

    He's done it again but this time even better, if that's at all possible!!! Forget about Grisham or Turow as Sheldon Siegel's books top them all!!! Such fun romping around during my annual visit with Mike, Rosie and the gang. Witty dialogue, terrrific sleuthing leading to fantastic courtroom scenes. As always, there's a cliff hanger and this time around as previously it's quite personal and will alter the dynamics of future books featuring Mike and Rosie...or will it? Grab this book fast and read the best book of summer!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2003

    Final Verdict

    He's done it again but this time even better, if that's at all possible!!! Forget about Grisham or Turow as Sheldon Siegel's books top them all completely totallly!!!! Such fun romping around with my annual visit with Mike, Rosie and the gang. Witty dialogue, terrrific sleuthing leading to fantastic courtroom scenes. As always, there's a cliff hanger and this time around as previously it's quite personal and will alter the dynamics of future books featuring Mike and Rosie...or will it? Grab this book fast and read the best book of summer!!!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Excellent legal thriller

    About a decade ago, lawyers Michael Daley and Rosie Fernandez triumphantly represented bum Leon Walker in a murder trial. Leon returns needing legal assistance from his attorneys as he is charged with the stabbing killing of Silicon Valley venture capitalist Tower Grayson. The duo knows they must reject this case and all murder cases as Rosie recovers from breast cancer. Besides obtaining an acquittal in the first case, the marriage between the two lawyers ended.<P> Perhaps it is the code of an ex-priest, but Michael, over his own judgment that reminds him of the mental and physical price these representations mean, accepts the job. The prosecution side uses every weapon in their arsenal including abuse of power through intimidation of witnesses and the defense to win. Encouraged by their client's obsession to prove his innocence before he dies from a liver ailment, Michael and Rose with the professional help of his brother a private eye type go all out in their defense, but the other side has more in its arsenal to hide the truth.<P> The verdict on Sheldon Siegel is that few if any of today's writers provide a better legal thriller. His latest tale contains a strong story line with incredibly realistic and compelling courtroom scenes that last for more than a paragraph or two. Fans will root for the defense team whose courageous client sets the tone and feel horrified at the 'legal' excesses of the prosecution side. FINAL VERDICT is great novel that sub-genre fans will enjoy immensely, but also will think of the song The Spy Who Loved Me upon finishing the book because baby Mr. Siegel is the best.<P> Harriet Klausner

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