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David Sloane is the best wrongful death attorney in San Francisco. But despite his professional success, he's plagued by a nightmare of a childhood he cannot consciously remember. When he recieves a package from a White House confidant who then turns up dead, the contents reveal a history he could never have imagined.

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Overview

David Sloane is the best wrongful death attorney in San Francisco. But despite his professional success, he's plagued by a nightmare of a childhood he cannot consciously remember. When he recieves a package from a White House confidant who then turns up dead, the contents reveal a history he could never have imagined.

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Publishers Weekly
The most impressive thing about this gripping legal thriller is what it doesn't do. Dugoni, a lawyer who coauthored a nonfiction book about an Idaho worker brain-damaged in 1996 by cyanide fumes, opens his debut novel with a wrongful death attorney in San Francisco, David Sloane, about to make his closing remarks defending a corporation in a similar case. Sloane, who has won 14 cases in a row, hates his arrogant client and must face an obviously hostile jury. But instead of devoting many chapters to the case, Dugoni quickly moves into some unexpected and very interesting territory: a recurring childhood nightmare Sloane shares with former CIA agent Charles Jenkins, apparently a complete stranger. Meanwhile, unstoppable West Virginia police detective Tom Molia investigates the suicide of a top adviser to the president, and what he finds draws Sloane and Jenkins closer to the truth behind their shared terror: an international conspiracy 30 years in the making. All of Dugoni's characters have a fresh and believable edge, and there is plenty of action in far-flung settings. One looks forward to Sloane's return. (Mar.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
This fiction debut from former lawyer Dugoni, author of the nonfiction The Cyanide Canary, displays few of the pitfalls commonly seen in a first novel. David Sloane is a San Francisco wrongful death attorney everyone either envies or hates. With his words and actions, he can manipulate a jury into doing anything he wants, and he hasn't lost a trial in 15 years. But his existence begins to unravel when, on the other side of the United States, a presidential adviser evidently takes his life. Days later, Sloane receives a mysterious package from the man. Suddenly, he finds himself the target of assassins who want the contents of the package and who also know that the adviser's death was no suicide. Sloane must use all of his courtroom powers of persuasion in the real world if he is to survive and shatter a conspiracy. This thriller is reminiscent of the early John Grisham and should easily find its way onto the best sellers lists. For all fiction collections. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 11/15/05.]-Jeff Ayers, Seattle P.L., WA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In this debut thriller, bitter men chase the single sweet thing life has to offer them: revenge. David Sloane, however, is not among the vengeful. Though a decorated ex-marine, he's on the mild-mannered side, an ordinary citizen, a hard-working lawyer-brilliant, successful, but lonely, too, more so than he's prepared to acknowledge even to himself. Practicing in San Francisco, he's had 14 noteworthy wins in a row, and no one who's seen him sway a jury predicts a snapped string in the foreseeable future. And yet someone out there doesn't like him. Or, to put a slightly different spin on it, someone has singled him out for negative attention. His apartment has been ransacked, but nothing is missing. Clearly, an error has been made, David tells himself at first-mistaken identity. Wrong. And soon enough, mysteriously, he comes into possession of something ruthless people will unhesitatingly kill for-a file. It contains a 30-year-old secret, so wicked, so blood-drenched and so explosive that the nation's corridors of power would be cluttered with trashed careers if it were to be revealed. It also contains information important to David for highly personal reasons. In search of dangerous truths, David begins a perilous journey. During it, he finds friends and allies, a woman to love and a whole series of implacable enemies. Dugoni's well out in front until the last 50 pages or so when an unfortunate fusion of over-cooked plotting and overwrought prose results in a tumble. Still, a writer to watch.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446617079
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 1/28/2007
  • Series: David Sloane Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: REPRINT
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 456,075
  • Product dimensions: 4.25 (w) x 7.00 (h) x 1.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Robert Dugoni

Robert Dugoni graduated from Stanford University with a degree in journalism and clerked as a reporter for the Los Angeles Times before attending the UCLA School of Law. He has practiced law in San Francisco and Seattle for 17 years. In 1999 he left full-time practice to return to writing and is a two-time winner of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary Award. He lives with his wife and two children in Seattle.

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The Jury Master


By Robert Dugoni

Warner Books

Copyright © 2006 La Mesa Fiction, LLC
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-57869-X


Chapter One

San Francisco

THEY SHUFFLED INTO the courtroom like twelve of San Francisco's homeless, shoulders hunched and heads bowed as if searching the sidewalk for spare change. David Sloane sat with his elbows propped on the stout oak table, hands forming a small pyramid with its apex at his lips. It gave the impression of a man in deep meditation, but Sloane was keenly aware of the jurors' every movement. The seven men and five women returned to their designated places in the elevated mahogany jury box, bent to retrieve their notebooks from their padded chairs, and sat with chins tucked to their chests. When they lifted their heads, their gazes swept past Sloane to the distinguished gentleman sitting at the adjacent counsel's table, Kevin Steiner. A lack of eye contact from jurors could be an ominous sign for an attorney and his client. When they looked directly at the opposing counsel it was a certain death knell.

With each of Sloane's fourteen consecutive trial victories and his growing notoriety, the plaintiffs' firms had rolled out progressively better trial lawyers to oppose him. None had been better than Kevin Steiner. One of the finest lawyers to ever grace a San Francisco courtroom, Steiner had a head of thinning silver hair, a smile that could melt butter, andoratory skills honed studying Shakespeare as a college thespian. His closing argument had been nothing short of brilliant.

Despite Sloane's prior admonition not to react when the jurors reentered the courtroom, he sensed Paul Abbott leaning toward him until Abbott's Hickey-Freeman suit nudged the shoulder of Sloane's off-the-rack blue blazer. His client compounded his mistake by raising a Styrofoam cup of water in a poor attempt to conceal his lips.

"We're dead," Abbott whispered, as if reading Sloane's mind. "They're not looking at us. Not one of them."

Sloane remained statuesque, a man seemingly in tune with everything going on around him and not the slightest bit concerned. Abbott, however, was not to be ignored. He lowered the cup, dropping all pretenses.

"I'm not paying you and that firm of yours four hundred dollars an hour to lose, Mr. Sloane." Abbott's breath smelled of the cheap glass of red wine he had drunk at lunch. The vein in his neck-the one that bulged when he became angry-protruded above the collar of his starched white shirt like a swollen river. "The only reason I hired you is because Bob Foster told my grandfather you never lose. For your sake you better have something good to blow that son of a bitch out of the water." Threat delivered, Abbott finished the remnants of water in his cup and sat back, smoothing his silk tie to a point in his lap.

Again Sloane did not react. He had visions of a well-placed elbow knocking Abbott over the back of his chair, and walking calmly from the courtroom, but that wasn't about to happen. You didn't bloody and abandon the grandson of Frank Abbott, personal friend and Saturday morning golf partner of Bob Foster, Foster & Bane's managing director. Pedigree and circumstance had made Paul Abbott the twenty-nine-year-old successor to the multimillion-dollar Abbott Security Company, and Sloane's worst type of client.

Abbott had conveniently forgotten that he now sat in a San Francisco courtroom because, in the brief period he had served as the CEO of Abbott Security, his incompetence had eroded much of what it took his grandfather forty years to build. An Abbott security guard, convicted of three DUIs that a simple background check would have revealed, had sat drunk at the security desk in the lobby of a San Francisco high-rise. Half asleep, the guard never stopped Carl Sandal for identification, allowing the twice-convicted sex offender access to the building elevators. Sandal prowled the hallways late that night until he found Emily Scott alone in her law office. There he viciously beat, raped, and strangled her. A year to the day after that tragedy, Scott's husband and six-year-old son had filed a wrongful-death civil suit against Abbott Security, seeking $6 million in damages. Sloane had urged Abbott to settle the case, especially after pretrial discovery revealed a number of failed background checks on other security guards, but Abbott refused, calling Brian Scott an "opportunistic whore."

From the corner of his eye, Sloane watched Steiner acknowledge the jurors' gaze with a nearly imperceptible nod of the head. Though too much of a professional to smile, Steiner gently closed his binder and slid it into a trial bag creased and nicked with the scars of a thirty-year career. Steiner's job was finished, and both he and Sloane knew it. Abbott Security had lost on both the evidence and the law-and for no other reason than that its CEO was an arrogant ass who had ignored all of Sloane's advice, including his pretrial admonitions against wearing two-thousand-dollar hand-tailored suits into a sweltering courtroom of blue-collar jurors just looking to find a reason to give away his grandfather's money.

From her perch beneath the large gold seal of the State of California, Superior Court Judge Sandra Brown set aside a stack of papers and wiped her brow with a handkerchief hidden in the sleeve of her black robe. The elaborate climate control system in the recently constructed state-of-the-art courthouse had crashed under the weight of a weeklong heat wave gripping the city, causing a pack of maintenance men to scurry through the hallways lugging bright orange extension cords and portable fans. In an act of mercy, Judge Brown had taken a ten-minute recess after Steiner's closing argument. To Sloane it felt like a temporary reprieve from the governor. That reprieve was about to be rescinded.

"Mr. Sloane, you may give your closing."

Sloane acknowledged Judge Brown, then briefly reconsidered the scrawled blue ink on his yellow legal pad.

It was all an act.

His closing argument wasn't on the pad. Following Steiner's summation Sloane had slipped his own closing into his briefcase. He had nothing to rebut Steiner's emphatic appeal and horrific description of the last moments of Emily Scott's life, or the security guard's wanton negligence. He had nothing with which to "blow the son of a bitch out of the water."

His mind was blank.

Behind him the spectators sitting in the gallery continued to fan the air like a summer congregation in the pews of a Southern Baptist church, a blur of oscillating white sheets of paper. The persistent drone of the portable fans sounded like a swarm of invisible insects.

Sloane pushed back his chair and stood.

The light flashed-a blinding white that sent a lightning bolt of pain shooting from the base of his skull to a dagger point behind his eyes. He gripped the edge of the table as the now familiar image pulsed in and out of clarity: a woman lying on a dirt floor, her broken body surrounded by a blood-red lake, tributaries forging crimson paths. Struggling not to grimace, Sloane forced the image back into the darkness and pried open his eyes.

Judge Brown rocked in her chair with a rhythmic creaking, as if ticking off the seconds. Steiner, too, remained indifferent. In the front row of the gallery, Patricia Hansen, Emily Scott's mother, sat between her two surviving daughters, arms interlocked and hands clasped, like protesters at the front of a picket line. For the moment her steel-blue eyes ignored Sloane, locking instead on the jurors.

Sloane willed his six-foot-two frame erect. At a muscled 185 pounds, he was ten pounds lighter than when he'd stood to give his opening statement, but his attire revealed no sign of the mental and physical deterioration inevitable after five weeks of fast-food dinners, insufficient sleep, and persistent stress. He kept a closet full of suits sized for the weight fluctuations. The jurors would not detect it. He buttoned his jacket and approached the jury, but they now refused to acknowledge him and left him standing at the railing like an unwelcome relative-hoping that if they ignored him long enough he would just go away.

Sloane waited. Around him the courtroom ticked and creaked, the air ripe with body odor.

Juror four, the accountant from Noe Valley, a copious note taker throughout the trial, was first. Juror five, the blonde transit worker, followed. Juror nine, the African-American construction worker, was next to raise his eyes, though his arms remained folded defiantly across his chest. Juror ten followed juror nine, who followed juror three, then juror seven. They fell like dominoes, curiosity forcing their chins from their chests until the last of the twelve had raised her head. Sloane's hands opened in front of him and swept slowly to his side, palms raised like a priest greeting his congregation. Foreign at first, the gesture then made sense-he stood before them empty-handed, without props or theatrics.

His mouth opened, and he trusted that words would follow, as they always did, stringing themselves together like beads on a necklace, one after another, seamless.

"This," he said, "is everyone's nightmare." His hands folded at his midsection. "You're at home, washing the dishes in the kitchen, giving your child a bath, sitting in the den watching the ball game on television-routine, ordinary tasks you do every day." He paced to his left. Their heads turned.

"There's a knock at your door." He paused. "You dry your hands on a dish towel, tell your son not to turn on the hot water, walk to the front door with your eyes on the television."

He paced to his right, stopped, and made a connection with juror seven, the middle school teacher from the Sunset District, who, he knew, would be his client's harshest critic.

"You open the door."

Her Adam's apple bobbed.

"Two men stand on your porch in drab gray suits, a uniformed officer behind them. They ask for you by your full name. You've seen it too many times on television not to know."

She nodded almost imperceptibly.

He moved down the row. The tip of the accountant's pen rested motionless on the pad. The construction worker uncrossed his arms.

"You assume there's been an accident, a car crash. You plead with them to tell you she's all right, but the expressions on their faces, the fact that they are standing on your porch, tell you she is not all right."

The white sheets of paper stilled. Steiner uncrossed his legs and sat forward with a confused, bewildered expression. Patricia Hansen unclasped her daughters' arms and put a hand on the railing like someone at a wedding who is about to stand and object.

"Their words are harsh, matter-of-fact. Direct. 'Your wife's been murdered.' Your shock turns to disbelief and confusion. You feel a moment of absurd relief. It's a mistake. They're at the wrong house.

"'There's been a mistake,' you say.

"They lower their eyes. 'We're sorry. There's been no mistake.'

"You step onto your porch. 'No. Not my wife. Look at my house. Look at my car in the driveway.' You point up and down the block at your middle-class neighborhood. 'Look at my neighbors. Look at my neighborhood. People don't get murdered here. It's why we live here. It's safe. Our children ride their bikes in the street. We sleep with the windows open. No!' you plead. 'There's been a mistake!'"

He paused, sensing it now, seeing it in their hollow eyes, pleading for him to continue, yearning to hear the soothing comfort of his voice, taking in his words like drugs from a syringe.

"But there hasn't been a mistake. There hasn't been an accident. No. It was a deliberate, calculated act by a sick and depraved sociopath who, on that particular night, at that particular moment, was intent on killing. And there was absolutely nothing anyone could have done to prevent him from doing that."

He spread his arms, offering to shelter them from their pain, acknowledging the difficult task that awaited them.

"I wish the question before you was whether Emily Scott's death was a horrific, senseless killing." It was a subtle reference to Steiner's closing argument. "On that we would certainly all agree."

Heads nodded.

"I wish the question was whether her husband and their young son have suffered and will continue to suffer because of Carl Sandal's indecent act." His eyes scanned their faces. "More than any of us could imagine." His words blended with the drone of the fans in a hypnotic cadence. "But those are not the questions you must answer, that you swore an oath to answer. And deep within, each and every one of you knows that. That's what makes this so difficult. That's why you feel so pained. The question before you can't be answered by emotion. You must answer it with reason, in a case that has no reason. There is no good reason for what Carl Sandal did. There never will be."

Tears streamed unchecked down the blonde transit worker's face.

He looked to juror five, the auto mechanic from the Richmond district, and at that moment knew somehow that the man would be elected the jury foreman.

"I wish to God there was a way to prevent senseless, violent acts by predators intent on committing them. I wish to God we could do something here today to prevent anyone from ever opening his front door again and receiving the news Brian Scott received. I wish to God we could have prevented Carl Sandal from doing what he did." He felt them now; he felt the part of them that had once resisted his words welcoming him. "But we can't. Short of living in fear, barring our doors and windows and living in cages like animals ... we can't."

He dropped his gaze, releasing them. They had opened their doors; they had greeted him into their homes. And at that precise moment, Sloane knew. He did not need to say another word. Abbott Security had not lost.

And he wished to God he could have prevented that, too.

(Continues...)


Excerpted from The Jury Master by Robert Dugoni Copyright ©2006 by La Mesa Fiction, LLC. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted September 10, 2011

    Just Okay...

    Hit "post" before I was able to finish my last review. I found the writing style to be decent, if not a bit predictible; but the plot... c'mon. Pretty farfetched. I had hoped this would be a great new series for me to read, but it looks like I'll have to keep looking.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2010

    Sparked my interest in reading again!

    Friend let me borrow this book and I'm glad he did. The book was a quick read for me, which is rare. It kept me on the edge of my seat, not wanting to put it down. I will definitely be reading the rest of the series. I'm also going to read a John Grisham novel to compare authors.

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  • Posted March 24, 2010

    This is an interesting read

    This book by Robert Dugoni is an interesting read. I enjoyed it but think that the author will get better as time goes by and more of his work is published.

    The plot was interesting and it was good reading. The mystery and suspense fans will enjoy the book and will certainly want to read more by this author who will get better and better.

    Looking forward to more from him.

    J. Robert Ewbank author "John Wesley, Natural Man, and the 'Isms'"

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 23, 2008

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    Smooth plot, unbelievable story

    The jacket makes a big deal out of David Sloane's almost supernatural ability to sway juries to verdicts they might otherwise not have arrived at. And the first dozen or so pages of the novel describe that ability. But no mention of it is made again until just before the end of this rather unbelievable tale, and then not in anything close to a legal context. <BR/><BR/>There are no holes in the storyline; you can follow it without any difficulty. But the coincidences and conspiracies keep on coming, one after the other, without any letup. This book makes David Baldacci's "The Camel Club" look like a piece of classic literature. The only reason it gets three stars is because of the seamless storyline and the action sequences.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2008

    A Good Thriller

    This is a good thriller because it keeps you guessing until virtually the last page. David Sloane is a no-nonsense attorney who 'plays' a jury to get clients cleared of negligence suits. One day he gets a call from a guy named Joe Branick. This call it important because it is the last call Branick made before 'supposedly' committing suicide. Sloane is haunted by recurring dreams of helplessly trying to save the same woman from an unruly mob. The call from Branick stirs up more memories. Meanwhile, Branick's death is being investigated by a detective Molia who is also concerned about the death of police officer Cooperman who responded to a call to the scene of Branick's 'suicide.' Molia is told by some Feds to stop investigating and turn everything over to them. Of course, curiousity gets the best of Molia and a sense of seeking justice for Cooperman so he continues to investigate anyway. Meanwhile the call to Sloane and a package from Branick that arrived by mail set off calls to military type assasins to get the package from Sloane and take care of him. Eventually, Sloane and Molia will meet up and make on odd pairing to go after the bad guys. There is a lot of good action with vivid descriptions and the author does a good job of keeping the suspense going. A good read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2007

    Avid Reader

    Great book, don't understand the person not being able to see the reason for Charles Jenkins! Nor the person who said the ending was unbelievable! Hey guys this is fiction not true life. (I find the Anna Nicole Smith debacle unbelievable and it is real life!!!)some of the end was far-fetched but did not detract from the fact that it was an excellent read The book was well written, each character was well defined. I don't usually like books that are political based mysteries but this one was exceptionally well done and I couldn't put it down. Am getting ready to purchase his new hardback!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2006

    Far-fetched, to Say the Least

    Started out well, middle was good, but way too much back and forth and the ending was a reach-a very long reach. Hope he gets better with his next novel because there is something worth exploring here-just not this book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2006

    What

    The only way I could describe this book is 'What'. It started off as a good mystery and then nothing. The action was unbelievable, the characters were boring expect Molia, Sloane and Masters. The romances were totally unbelievable and unnecessary for the book. I still don't see what purpose Jenkins or Alex served in the book and the ending was beyond ridiculous. The book just seemed incomplete and lacking. Hopefully, this author's next try will be better. Two stars because it started off good.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2006

    Where was the editor?

    I can't believe anybody liked this book. I found it cliched and predictable and written like a first draft.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2006

    I had to finish Jury Master

    While I was a little disappointed that this book was not a courtroom thriller and while the ending was not quite plausible nor satisfying to me, the in-between parts were gripping and jam-packed with action. Chapters were short and ended in cliff-hanging fashion. I read it in one evening/night, refusing to put it down until I had reached the end. The book as written would be a little confusing as a movie but with Hollywood's talented help, it will be a smash with the right cast. I kept visualizing a Harrison Ford type as the hero.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2006

    Best Read in Years

    Dugoni nailed it. This is the best read I've had in years...couldn't put it down on a long cross-country flight. Characters are well developed and the plot twists unmercifully. I'm anxiously looking forward to more work from this talented writer.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    terrific thriller

    How one feels about San Francisco wrongful death attorney David Sloane depends on whether he represents you or opposes you in court. He is the master of manipulation as juries always go his way though the members may hate his guts years and fourteen major cases without a loss. --- Everything changes with one phone call. Presidential advisor Joe Branick calls Sloane just before he commits suicide. Not long afterward, a package from Branick arrives. Suddenly thugs seem interested in Sloane and his apartment is torn apart but nothing seems missing. Branick has sent him a file with a three decade old secret that if revealed will destroy political and business careers of the most powerful that were built on blood. It also contains information about the beleaguered lawyer¿s past and that of a stranger, former CIA agent Charles Jenkins. Trying to stay alive and uncover the entire truth at the same time as bulldog West Virginia police detective Tom Molia who thinks Branick is a homicide case. --- This is a terrific thriller that is made plausible by a wonderful cast who seem very real especially the attorney and former Fed on the run and their persistent adversaries. The story line is action-packed from the moment that Sloane wins his latest case and never slows down until the final get together in Seattle with a Bird poster and Sam the dog. Fans will appreciate Robert Dugoni¿s powerful novel debut and seek his nonfiction work THE CYANIDE CANARY (perhaps even more frightening because it is nonfiction in a time of lawsuit ceilings and no collections on even paltry safety violations). --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2013

    Great read

    This is my kind of novel. Read all of the series in succession. Want to read more. Dugoni has what it takes. Looking forward to others in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2012

    If your a Rankin, Lindsey Davis, & Lee Child fan this will not cut it for you.

    The plot...kidnapped Mexican child grows up to move juries to his will and reconnects to his origins as savior of Mexico via politics! Ho hum.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    Well written and a different kind of plot. Looking forward to the next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2006

    MAGNIFICENT DEBUT THRILLER!!! NOT TO BE MISSED!!!

    First of all, I LOVED THIS BOOK.....completely, totally!!! When I started reading it, I really thought that I was going to read another legal thriller....wow, was I ever wrong!!! This is an amazing first novel....intelligent and so well written that it's difficult to believe that Robert Dugoni hasn't been writing books for years. The first hundred pages were the stage setting...the character development, the plot thickening....I had absolutely NO idea where this book was going (which I loved) but I knew I had to keep reading! It was like that proverbial onion with all of its layers revealing itself, layer by layer....revealing a chilling, cautionary tale....and then, more layers revealing such an explosive climax that it truly blew me away!!! There were so many twists and turns ... such a shattering event with the grand finale....wow!!! What an ending! What a book.....filled with intrigue, conspiracy, compelling urgency and so timely....the characters and relationships of Sloane and Molia as well as Jenkins and Hart....Tina and Melda....verrry strong characters. This incredible book far surpasses those of Grisham, Turow and Baldacci combined!!! I eagerly look forward to more fabulous books from this phenomenal writer, Robert Dugoni.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2006

    Jury Master

    This is a terrific thriller that is made plausible by a wonderful cast who seem very real especially the attorney and former Fed on the run and their persistent adversaries. The story line is action-packed from the moment that Sloane wins his latest case and never slows down until the final get together in Seattle with a Bird poster and Sam the dog.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2006

    Jury Master

    This is a ho hum thriller that is made possibility by a wonderful cast who seem kinda real especially the attorney and former FBI on the loose and their relentless adversaries. The story line is battle-packed from the moment that Sloane prevails his latest case and only slows down once in the final chapter, when he gets together in Seattle with a Bird poster and Sam the dog. A must read.

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    Posted January 19, 2011

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