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Motion to Suppress (Nina Reilly Series #1)
     

Motion to Suppress (Nina Reilly Series #1)

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by Perri O'Shaughnessy, Laural Merlington (Read by)
 

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The suspect confessed. Now her only hope is a lawyer who believes shelied.

Misty Patterson only remembered the fight, the polar bear statue sheused as a bludgeon, a trail of blood, and the comatose sleep that followed.When she awoke, her husband and the statue were missing. Only the blood wasleft. She had come to attorney Nina Reilly's office seeking a divorce.

Overview

The suspect confessed. Now her only hope is a lawyer who believes shelied.

Misty Patterson only remembered the fight, the polar bear statue sheused as a bludgeon, a trail of blood, and the comatose sleep that followed.When she awoke, her husband and the statue were missing. Only the blood wasleft. She had come to attorney Nina Reilly's office seeking a divorce. But whenAnthony Patterson was found on the bottom of the frigid lake, Misty needed amiracle.

Barely a week before, Nina Reilly had been a happily married San Franciscolawyer. Suddenly she's a single parent, opening a shoestring practice in LakeTahoe. And now Nina finds herself embroiled in a case that's going to changeeverything she believes about the law. It's going to rock everything MistyPatterson believes about herself. And it's going to give both women a look atthe damning piece of evidence that will challenge their faith in each other. Orgive them their one and only chance to win...

"[A] Gripping legal thriller...A delectable mystery...A heck of a read."
--San Francisco Chronicle Book Review

"A lively debut...the plot is a real puzzler, with twists diabolicalenough to take to court." --The New York Times Book Review

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Graced by an appealingly sordid cast of sultry barmaids, crafty ex-cops, smarmy con men and venal lawyers, this courtroom drama maintains a swift pace. Attorney Nina Reilly, her marriage shattered, leaves San Francisco with her small son for Lake Tahoe. Encouraged by a feisty secretary with strong ties to the local women's movement, Nina takes on the case of Michelle ``Misty'' Patterson, an admittedly promiscuous barmaid accused of bludgeoning her abusive husband to death. But Misty, who has a long history of emotional problems, has no memory of the night of the murder. Nor can she remember anything that happened before she was 10. Her psychiatric treatment dictates much of the trial procedure: Can records of her therapy be used as evidence? Shrewd Nina's legal skirmishes with psychiatrists pave the way for some explosive revelations. O'Shaughnessy barely keeps the fireworks under control; indeed, some sensational scenes in this first novel offer more dazzle than illumination. Keen detective work, smoldering romance and ongoing consciousness-raising, however, create a Roman candle of a novel that just may rocket O'Shaughnessy to pop-lit fame. Major ad/promo; author tour; British, translation, audio, electronic, performance rights: Lowenstein Associates. (June)
From the Publisher
"[A] Gripping legal thriller...A delectable mystery...A heck of a read."—San Francisco Chronicle Book Review

"A lively debut...the plot is a real puzzler, with twists diabolical enough to take to court."—The New York Times Book Review

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781567401165
Publisher:
Brilliance Audio
Publication date:
09/01/1996
Series:
Nina Reilly Series , #1
Edition description:
Abridged
Product dimensions:
4.59(w) x 6.96(h) x 0.66(d)

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April 26, Midnight



Let me tell you the way I remember it.



I worked the four-to-twelve shift at Prize's Thursday night, April 26.



Tahoe casinos stay open night and day, no matter how slow it gets, just in case some big loser might show up in the dead of night. I was glad to be working even if it meant looking busy when there was not much to be done.



The dealers silently handed out cards at the ten or twelve tables that had any players. They don't let us wear watches, but we all knew what time it was exactly, and exactly when the next shift would take over our stations so we could return home to our loving spouses.



By the Tonga Bar, a man with shiny brown boots and a cowboy string tie was watching me. He had caught me by the quarter slots earlier, but I'd seen something I needed to do across the room. This time, he moved in fast. My back was against the wall and these thin, hard lips started whispering about his room upstairs. I pushed him off me, spilling his house bourbon, and Security came to the rescue.



I remember thinking it was a good thing it wasn't Anthony behind the mirrors, watching. He blames me when I get cornered.



That night I was working swing, which I usually like. Swing shift I get home about one in the morning, so I have afternoons to do the shopping and errands around town, but that night I felt bad, and it showed. I decided to shine a bunch of smiles around in my last ten minutes to make up for the rest of the night, maybe up the tips a little, even though underneath I felt like hell.



The last few minutes of my shift that night tookforever. When Brenda showed up about ten after twelve, a few minutes late the way she always is, I ran into the employee lounge. Off with the black satin Playboy-bunny knockoff, which I folded and put into my cubby, off with the mesh stockings and heels, which I stuffed into a canvas bag. I washed some of the junk off my face, and got into warm leggings and my down coat. The parking lot at Prize's is just down from the mountains at Heavenly. You can't imagine the wind and cold some nights.



A couple of inches of new snow covered the ground by the time I got to our house. It's in the Tahoe Keys and we have a piece of the lake with a little dock in the backyard. No boat, though. We can always use Rick's. Anthony doesn't like owning anything he can borrow. I could see into the picture window through the heavy flakes. Anthony wasn't lying on the blue couch, but the fire was bright.



"I wanna love you night and day/ You know my love'll not fade away." The CD player boomed out ancient Rolling Stones, and when I heard it, I almost drove away. That music meant he was awake, drunk, and waiting for me. I sat watching the dashboard ice over long enough to hear him start his favorite song up again.



Anthony had left the door unlocked, so I sneaked in quietly. When I got inside, I could only see firelight, a few candles burning, orange flickers on the wall and a lot of shadows. I didn't see him and that was a relief. I took off my parka and sat down on the couch to take my boots off. I pulled too hard, and knocked a plate and fork onto the floor. The bedroom door opened.



"You're late, Misty," Anthony said. His feet made the parquet tiles crackle when he walked. He pulled the tie belt into a knot on the maroon silk robe from China he had filched from somewhere and dug around in the pocket. His hand came out with a crumpled cigarette pack that he stuffed back inside. His hair stuck out, and his eyes were puffy and red-rimmed. He walked over to turn off the music.



"I'll get you a drink."



"No, thanks."



"Take it." He jammed a stiff Yukon Jack into my hand and I knocked it down fast, saying to myself oh, what the hell, holding the glass out for another, feeling my face heat up. It takes two to make me brave.



"Anthony, I've got to tell you something."



He took hold of my chin and yanked my head up so I had to look at him. "Hurry up, now. I got work for you in bed," he said, like he hadn't heard me. His mouth turned down. He felt sorry for himself about something. It was a mood I hated.



"I'm not sleepy yet." My voice sounded like it sounds at work, calm no matter what. I was hearing a rap song over and over that some fake had bleated all night from the lounge beside the gambling room. I drank down the second drink and pulled off my sock.



"I guess you didn't hear me, huh?" He spread his hands, palms open. The robe split open onto dark hair and shapes. I tried to look away.



"You go on," I said.



"I figured something out," Anthony said. He slid his hands down my neck, over my breasts, then grabbed my shoulders with thick, security guard's hands. "You don't care, do you, Misty? You just don't care. You'll never love me how I love you. You're givin' it away, and I don't even get to take your boots off."



"You're drunk," I said.



"Tell me you love me, then. Dance with me."



I couldn't help it. I know I flinched when he touched me. "I want out." That's all I said. He knew what I meant.



"You bitch!" He was trying to get me to stand up. I just went limp.



When he spoke again, he was real quiet. "All day long I waited for you, thinking about how to make you love me." The way he was holding me I knew I would be black-and-blue in the morning. "You want it over with me, maybe. But I'm not through with you. I'll never be through with you."



And then he started the ritual, our good night scene, this part just like we had done it a million times before. "Bedtime," he said. He lifted me up, holding my arms down. I smelled whiskey on his breath and was scraped by stubble on his jaw when he pressed me against him.



I let myself drift off into the dream where I was someplace else, where it didn't matter what he did to my body. This time it didn't work. I felt pain from his hard fingers. I smelled his unwashed skin. I knew better but I couldn't stop myself; I struggled to get free. It wasn't part of the ritual.



He set me down and, still gripping me with his left hand, he gave me a hard knock in the head. When I opened my eyes again, I could see him looking down at me, breathing hard.



He was smiling, enjoying it. Like always.



Without thinking I reached behind him. My right hand connected with a crude carving of a polar bear, made out of gray rock, very heavy. I hit him in the back of the skull just right, with a nice, loose wrist, as if I had trained for this moment, solid as when you bowl, hitting the pins just off dead center for the strike.



His eyes closed and he fell forward. Then I saw the blood coming down onto his neck. I tried to catch him going down, but I dropped the statue on the table. Glass shattered and I swear the sound of it tore something apart in my brain. I managed to get him onto the couch, scared shitless, in a bad movie, knowing things had changed forever, already thinking about what he would do to me for this. He was moaning. I was too.



I left him on the couch while I ran for the cordless phone. It wasn't in the kitchen where it should be. I heard a thud, as though he had slipped down to the floor.



And then, what? I was so tired that night, tired and scared of him and sick of my life. I remember heading back toward the living room, but I guess I found my way to the bedroom instead. I don't even remember my head touching the pillow.The clock radio said seven-thirty. My head was killing me and I was still dressed under the covers. I pulled on a pair of grubby socks I found under the bed and went into the kitchen.



Then I saw the cordless phone on the floor by the stove. I remembered hitting him. I ran into the living room, burning myself when the coffee went flying. He wasn't on the couch. I was thinking, is this some new sick game of his? Is he hiding in the hall, or behind a door, ready to pay me back for the night before? I was careful as I checked around. Not a sound.



Outside, blinding April sun on fresh snow, Lake Tahoe out back just blazing blue against the sky, but no sign of Anthony. The footprints from last night were buried in the snow.



Back in the house, glass on the rug from the coffee table. Blood on the couch pillows. No polar bear statue.



No Anthony.

What People are Saying About This

Darian North
A real page-turner.
Jeremiah Healy
After reading the opening chapters of Motion to Supress, I genuinely couldn't put it down. Terry O'Shaughnessy has done a masterful job of presenting both a battered wife and refuge lawyer. The Lake Tahoe setting rings true, and the only aspect of this book I found hard to believe was that this was a first novel.
Jeffrey Deaver
Non-stop excitement.

Meet the Author

Perri O'Shaughnessy is the pen name for sisters Mary and Pamela O’Shaughnessy, who both live in California. They are the authors of eleven bestselling Nina Reilly novels as well as a collection of short crime fiction, Sinister Shorts.

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Motion to Suppress (Nina Reilly Series #1) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Hmnbrd49 More than 1 year ago
My second book by Perri O'Shaughnessy. I like the story line, great read and looking forward to the next book I purchased.
Guest More than 1 year ago
More, More, More! These books are fantastic...rush out and get it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
What a book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This is really a true page turner, suspense after suspense on ever page!!!! I really couldn't put this one down for one minute, I've never stayed up so late to read,but I new I had to go to bed sooner or later, then first thing as soon as I got up I had to start reading this book again, I loved this book so much, one of my favorite ever !!!!!
ThePolyBlog More than 1 year ago
PLOT OR PREMISE: Misty Patterson has problems: an abusive domineering husband and amnesia from her childhood. And now she has a new problem: her husband gets abusive again and she conks him with an Eskimo statue, hard enough seemingly to hurt but not to kill. Then she blacks out. He's found dead a few days later after having been hit a second time with the same statue and dumped in the lake. And Misty doesn't know what happened. Enter her lawyer, Nina Reilly, who is newly separated from her husband, newly separated from her neat legal firm, and new to the Lake Tahoe area. And her idea of a perfect introduction to the area is NOT a high-stakes murder case where everyone thinks Misty did it. Maybe even Misty herself. . WHAT I LIKED: The Lake Tahoe community comes alive as do some of the characters -- Nina, herself; Misty; Nina's assistant. Lots of interesting facts about the area and the impact of the lake on a dead body. Well-written, all the characters are real, and adequately developed for the story. In fact, it's an impressive array: Nina's ex-husband on the peripheries along with her brother, sister-in-law, and Nina's son; Paul, her investigator who's warm for her form; a string of Misty's lovers and their very jealous wives and girlfriends; Misty's parents; and a couple of doctors who are trying to help Misty remember her past. A few loose threads are left for the next story in the "series", if it does indeed become a series. And, on the legal side, the solution is handled in an interesting courtroom finale that is not like simple Perry Mason reruns. A good beginning for "Perry O'Shaughnessy", which is a pseudonym for two sisters: Pamela (a lawyer) and Mary O'Shaughnessy (a writer). . WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE: The point-of-view switches from Misty to Nina to Paul in various chapters, and the switch does not really develop Misty's or Paul's character enough to justify the switch. Unfortunately, I figured out the three key elements of the "mystery" before the end of the story. Didn't expect the ending, at least not exactly, but I did expect the "baddie". There are a couple of places where it is a little heavy on the "legal" side, interpreting case law, which is a likely result of one of the two authors being a lawyer. . BOTTOM-LINE: Should have suppressed some of the legal side . DISCLOSURE: I received no compensation, not even a free copy, in exchange for this review. I am not personal friends with the author, nor do I follow her on social media.
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Enjoyed it very much. A new author for me and I am anxious to now follow up with the rest of the series.
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I have read a couple others by this "author" and enjoyed it. This gave the background on where Nina is coming from and how she landed in Tahoe. The sisters spin a good tale. It wouldn't be something that I'd keep as it isn't great literature, but it's a well done story that reads well, is enjoyable, and a great read for a trip or late at night escapeism.
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Definitely a page turner. It was suspenseful and unpredictable. Nina Reilly is a great character. I can't wait to read the next in the series.
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Just finished reading Motion to Suppress and just loved it. It's full of surprises, suspense and court room drama. Couldn't put it down. Can't wait to read another book by O'shaughnessy.