One Dog Night (Andy Carpenter Series #9)

One Dog Night (Andy Carpenter Series #9)

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by David Rosenfelt

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"Heartwarming to dog lovers, absorbing to fans of courtroom byplay." --Kirkus Reviews

For six years Noah Galloway has lived with a horrible secret and the fear that his rebuilt life could be shattered at any moment. Now his dread has become a certainty, and he has been arrested for the arson murder of twenty-six

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"Heartwarming to dog lovers, absorbing to fans of courtroom byplay." --Kirkus Reviews

For six years Noah Galloway has lived with a horrible secret and the fear that his rebuilt life could be shattered at any moment. Now his dread has become a certainty, and he has been arrested for the arson murder of twenty-six people.

What he needs is defense lawyer Andy Carpenter, who most definitely is not in the market for a new client. So Noah plays his hole card: a shared love for Andy's golden retriever, Tara, and the knowledge that Andy wasn't her first owner--Noah rescued Tara first, and when he wasn't able to care for her any longer, he did everything in his power to make sure that she was placed in the right home: Andy's.

Andy soon learns that the long-ago event that may destroy Noah's life is only the beginning of an ongoing conspiracy that grows more deadly by the day. Andy will have to pull out all of his tricks to get to the bottom of this cold case turned white hot in One Dog Night, the latest in David Rosenfelt's popular mystery series.

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Publishers Weekly
In Rosenfelt's winning ninth Andy Carpenter legal thriller (after Dog Tags), Paterson, N.J.'s most reluctant defense attorney agrees to defend recovering drug addict Noah Galloway, who's been arrested for setting a fire six years earlier that killed 26 people. Andy and Noah have two important connections: Noah tried to break into Andy's house about a year before the arson incident, and Noah was the original owner of Tara, Andy's beloved golden retriever. Though Noah remembers nothing about the fire, he tells Andy he's guilty. With Noah resigned to a life behind bars without parole, Andy does his usual sterling—and amusing—performance in the courtroom to stall for time. The colorful supporting cast provides some unusual assists: incurable pessimist Hike Lynch starts to look on the bright side; semiliterate Willie Miller decides to write a book; accountant and computer expert Sam Willis becomes a gun-packing field agent for Andy. The zany plot, despite its improbabilities, will keep readers turning the pages. (July)
From the Publisher
Praise for David Rosenfelt’s Andy Carpenter Mysteries

“Readers who enjoy a juicy courtroom mystery like the best of Perry Mason will find welcome surroundings in Dog Tags. What sets Rosenfelt apart from his legal compatriots is an underlying sense of laugh-out-loud humor mixed with suspense.... Rosenfelt’s love of furry friends shines in the story, creating a read that will appeal to the pet lover in everyone.”

Associated Press

“A funny, warmhearted mystery, New Tricks moves quickly and playfully—almost puppylike—through mounting crimes, a long-distance love affair, and a secret science project that threatens to thwart Carpenter’s best efforts. Three stars.”


“A well-plotted legal thriller packed with fistfights, shootings, explosions, murder, and gritty courtroom drama. . . New Tricks is a treat for dog lovers, but it’s also a great way for mystery lovers to spend time with a terrific storyteller.”

USA Today

Praise for David Rosenfelt’s Thrillers

“An absolutely irresistible hook… No one who picks up this greased-lightning account will rest till it’s finished.”

Kirkus Reviews (starred review) on On Borrowed Time

“The author of seven Andy Carpenter novels offers yet another outstanding stand-alone novel, sure to please his many fans. Anyone who enjoyed Dennis Lehane’s Shutter Island will love this mind-boggling tale.”

Library Journal (starred review) on On Borrowed Time

“Dynamite thriller . . . Rosenfelt’s sly humor, breathless pacing, and terrific plot twists keep the pages spinning toward the showdown.”

Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Down to the Wire

“This fast-paced and brightly written tale spins along. . . . Don’t Tell a Soul is a humdinger.”

St. Louis Post-Dispatch

Kirkus Reviews

Andy Carpenter, the laziest member of the New Jersey bar, is backed into trying a six-year-old case of arson and murder on behalf of a client who admits that he's guilty.

Whoever doused the building in Paterson's Hamilton Village with napalm and set it aflame killed 26 people, most of them burned beyond recognition, in the process. The case has stuck in Lt. Pete Stanton's craw, and he's delighted to see fresh evidence that Noah Galloway, a prescription-drug abuser turned anti-drug counselor, lit the match. Nor does Galloway contest the charges; he merely insists that he never talked to Danny Butler, the state's key witness. Faced with a client who says he's probably guilty but disputes the evidence, Andy vows to repay Noah for rescuing Hannah, the golden retriever Andy later adopted as Tara, by fighting to exonerate him. The odds are long because Andy can't cross-examine Butler, who's been conveniently executed after his deposition; because Andy has no clear evidence against Noah's guilt and no plausible alternative theory of the crime to offer; but mainly because Rosenfelt has elected to enlist against Andy's team all the mighty powers of another nationwide conspiracy that could mean the end of the world as we know it (Dog Tags,2010, etc.). The results will be heartwarming to dog lovers, absorbing to fans of courtroom byplay, and bemusing to readers who expect their international intrigue served up with more authority.

The verdict: canny legal maneuvering in the courtroom and out; tiresomely repetitive foreshadowing of dire events to come; and unconvincingly inflated threats against the nation, as if the characters' welfare didn't supply enough rooting interest.

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St. Martin's Press
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Andy Carpenter Series, #9
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First Edition
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5.58(w) x 8.04(h) x 1.04(d)

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When they came into the room, Noah Galloway looked at his watch.

It made no sense; he knew that as he was doing it. Noah had waited for them to arrive for six years, three months, and twenty-one days, and it was of no consequence what time of day it was when he finally saw them. Nor did he have any doubt who they were and why they were there. They might as well have been carrying a sign.

What mattered was that life as he knew it was over.

The audience giggled a little when he checked his watch; it’s not the kind of thing you do during a speech. It makes it look like you’re either bored, or anxious for it to end, or both. Noah remembered that the first President Bush got in political trouble when he did it during a debate with Clinton and Perot. But Noah was now in that kind of trouble times a thousand.

He was glad he was near the end of the speech, with only about a page and a half left. It was going to be hard to concentrate on the rest, but he’d muddle through. No sense cutting short the last speech he would ever give.

What remained of his ego also forced him to finish. While at that moment no one considered the speech in any way important, Noah knew that it would be replayed over and over on television, and would go viral within minutes. He didn’t want to seem flustered, or panicked.

He would go down with what little was left of his dignity. He owed that much to Becky and Adam.

The four men had stopped, two on the left and two on the right, on each side of the stage. They were all dressed in dark grey suits, with apparently identical blue shirts and grey ties. They looked like a semiformal bowling team, waiting to receive their championship trophy.

“The battlefield extends farther than the streets of Detroit, the harbor in Miami, and the border with Mexico. It extends around the world; drugs are a global epidemic and all of us are facing the scourge together.

“Tomorrow, as most of you know, I will have the privilege of flying to Istanbul, where I will meet with representatives of fifty-one nations. I am not going there to dictate policy, to tell anyone it’s ‘our way or the highway.’ I am going there to convey our President’s message, and I am going there to listen.”

Noah saw no reason to change the basic text of the speech; no one would care about the words anyway. He knew full well he was no longer going to Istanbul, and within minutes the world would know that his transgressions were a lot more serious than an inaccurate speech.

“Much in our modern world can be seen in both black and white; it seems as if everything comes with a ‘plus’ and ‘minus’ attached. Airplanes let us travel quickly across the planet, but the skies are much dirtier and louder for it. The Internet brings lightning-fast information, but that information is often abused and incorrect. Social networks let us connect with thousands of people, but the word ‘friend’ is devalued in the process.”

“But the abuse of drugs offers no such choice, no inherent dichotomy. There is no upside to it, no rationalization we can make. It destroys and it debases all that it touches, with nothing positive left in its wake.”

Noah paused and looked around the auditorium. He was at the same time sorry and glad that Becky was not there, that she was taking Adam to the nursery-school parents’ visiting day. It would be a horrible thing for her to witness; he could imagine the shock on her face, the outrage that would over time turn to devastation and, ultimately, acceptance.

But he knew that he would have to face her eventually, and that would be just as awful. He had let her down even before he knew her; let her down in a way that was horrible and unforgivable.

“So there are some who say we are in a war, and some who would not use that terminology. But it is certain that we are in a battle, a battle to reach our full potential as human beings. The good news is that the enemy is not hiding. He does not plant IEDs, or shoot from a covered position.

“This is an enemy we know, one which we can and will control, because the enemy is ourselves.”

The applause was polite and restrained, which was to be expected. The platitudes he’d given them were nothing they hadn’t heard for many years from many officials, and bitter experience had told everyone that actions would speak much louder than words. And over time those actions had not spoken very loudly at all.

Noah understood that, just as he understood he would not be taking any more actions, ever again.

Noah smiled, turned, and left the stage. Out of the corners of his eyes he noticed the four men rise at the same time, and move to where they would approach him. He walked to the right to meet two of them in a place that would be out of the sightline of the audience.

“Mr. Galloway, Special Agent Joseph Scarlett, Federal Bureau of Investigation.” As the man talked, he took out and showed his identification to Noah, providing visual confirmation of his words.

Noah didn’t say anything, but was conscious of the other two men coming up behind him, to prevent him from trying to escape. Their presence wasn’t necessary; Noah was not going to cause any trouble.

Agent Scarlett proceeded to tell him that he was under arrest, and he read him his rights. Noah was only half listening; he was in a bit of a daze, trying to process the fact that after all these years, his horrible secret was not a secret any longer.

Scarlett was finished speaking, and seemed surprised that Noah was not responding, not even asking why he was being arrested. “Is there a statement you would like to make, sir?”

Noah paused a moment before saying, “No.” Then, “Take me away.”

ONE DOG NIGHT Copyright © 2011 by Tara Productions, Inc

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