High Crimesby Joseph Finder, J. Charles
Claire Heller Chapman has the perfect life. She's a Harvard law professor and a high-profile criminal defense attorney known for taking on - and winning - tough cases. But one day this perfect life is shattered when her husband Tom Chapman is suddenly arrested by a team of government agents and accused of a brutal crime he insists he didn't commit. As Claire finds… See more details below
Claire Heller Chapman has the perfect life. She's a Harvard law professor and a high-profile criminal defense attorney known for taking on - and winning - tough cases. But one day this perfect life is shattered when her husband Tom Chapman is suddenly arrested by a team of government agents and accused of a brutal crime he insists he didn't commit. As Claire finds herself drawn closer into a web of duplicity and shadowy figures, she discovers that her husband is not who he says he is...that he once had a different name...even a different face. Now Claire must put her reputation on the line to defend Tom in a top-secret court-martial. As she searches for the truth, she begins to unravel an insidious, high-level government conspiracy that threatens not only her career but also her life, and the lives of her loved ones. All the while, she struggles to maintain her belief in her husband's innocence - even when all the evidence seems to indicate that he is a cold-blooded murderer.
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She'd taught her last class and instructed Connie to turn away all requests from potential clients. There would be final exams, but she'd have the completed exams FedExed down to her here. She told her students she was available by telephone and gave her number in Washington. Two of her pending cases she turned over to a friend at a downtown Boston firm. That left her with one appeal before the Supreme Judicial Court, which would involve a quick flight to Boston and back. Their house would stand empty, but Rosa who had kids of her own and certainly couldn't come down to Washington to work would stop in every couple of days to make sure everything was alright. Jackie, who paid the rent doing what she called "boring fucking technical writing" could do her work down here and was willing, saint that she was, to take care of Annie.
She'd placed a couple of calls to friends in Boston, told them she'd be in Washington for awhile, perhaps even several months, working on a case she wasn't supposed to talk about. A few hours later, Claire and Jackie were still unpacking and settling in and Annie was discovering new rooms and new hiding places, the doorbell rang.
An army courier, a young black man wearing a nametag that said "Lee," was carrying a large carton. "I need your signature on some forms, ma'am, but first I'm going to need to see a driver's license."
She signed with a sense of anticipation and anxiety far different from her customary feelings about documents provided her during litigation. These were documents about Tom and his life before he met her, his concealed life.
They were copies of his enlisted-evaluation reports DA Form 2166-6,photocopies of what she imagined were old yellowed pieces of paper from deep in files somewhere in North Carolina (Special Forces trained at Fort Bragg). They were stamped FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY and included ADMINISTRATIVE DATA and PERFORMANCE EVALUATION PROFESSIONALISM and PERFORMANCE and POTENTIAL EVALUATION. She settled down in the room that she'd chosen as her office a comfortable library on the first floor, far removed from the living quarters and examined copies of Tom's service-records books. Most of them were boring and anodyne, but she forced herself to read closely. She discovered his file photo, attached to a copy of his personnel file, taken when he was sent to Vietnam. He was almost thirty years younger. A kid of nineteen. Younger, yes, but also a very different face a different nose, more bulbous, hollow cheeks, a receding chin. If she hadn't known it was Tom, she wouldn't have recognized the photo. It surprised her that the plastic surgery that had altered his appearance so dramatically had also improved his looks considerably.
Then she read something that made her blood run cold.
Copyright ) 1998 by Joseph Finder
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