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The star litigator from a top-notch law firm has gone missing , along with 5.6 million dollars from a class-action settlement, and "Mack" Malloy, a foul-mouthed ex-cop and partner-on-the-wane must find both. Immediately. Turow’s third novel takes us back to Kindle County, where skies are generally gray and the truth is seldom simple, in an edge-of-the-chair story rife with indelible characters and riveting suspense.

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Overview

The star litigator from a top-notch law firm has gone missing , along with 5.6 million dollars from a class-action settlement, and "Mack" Malloy, a foul-mouthed ex-cop and partner-on-the-wane must find both. Immediately. Turow’s third novel takes us back to Kindle County, where skies are generally gray and the truth is seldom simple, in an edge-of-the-chair story rife with indelible characters and riveting suspense.

The author of the #1 New York Times bestsellers Presumed Innocent and The Burden of Proof delivers another stellar bestseller. An ex-cop partner at a high-powered law firm tracks the firm's star litigator, who has disappeared with $5 million of a client's money. Don't miss Turow's bestselling backlist titles listed below.

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Editorial Reviews

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"Mr. Turow's prose is powerful ... a tough, vivid urban poetry, singing of ambition and corruption....  an arresting performance."

The New York Times

 

"Though every element of the novel is polished and professional, the charisma of Mack's narration is its triumph. Add that to a taut, twist-filled plot, expert pacing, colorful and well-rendered supporting characters, and an appealing whiff of larceny, and Turow surpasses Grisham hands down."

Publishers Weekly

 

"His legions of fans surely won't miss the chance to see Turow as they've never seen him before."

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Murder, embezzlement, bookmaking, offshore banking, and the politics of a high-powered law firm supply varying shades of corruption as Turow ( Presumed Innocent ; The Burden of Proof ) returns to Kindle County in this wise, surefooted legal thriller. World-weary attorney Mack Malloy, 50-ish ex-cop and recovering alcoholic, is the protagonist and narrator. Despite humiliating annual pay cuts, Mack plods on at Gage & Griswell, nearing the end of his usefulness. When another partner in the firm disappears, along with several million dollars, Mack is assigned the difficult and potentially dangerous job of discreetly discovering his whereabouts. During a one-month time span, Mack dictates his account onto six tapes corresponding to the book's chapters. It is an engaging, street-wise narrative full of plain talk and homespun philosophy, as well as a candid account of the behind-the-scenes workings of a powerful law firm. Though every element of the novel is polished and professional, the charisma of Mack's narration is its triumph. Add that to a taut, twist-filled plot, expert pacing, colorful and well-rendered supporting characters, and an appealing whiff of larceny, and Turow surpasses Grisham hands down. 875,000 first printing; Franklin Library First Edition; BOMC and QPB main selection; paperback to Warner; author tour. (June)
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Mack Malloy, ex-cop-turned-attorney at a prestigious law firm in Kindle County, is sent to retrieve their star litigator & $5.6 million which have both gone missing at the same time. The road leads to his former police partner & nemesis--and a cold corpse.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374234577
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 6/28/1993
  • Edition description: 1st ed
  • Pages: 400
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.50 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Scott Turow is the author of worldwide bestselling novels including Presumed Innocent, Innocent, Ordinary Heroes, The Burden of Proof, Reversible Errors and Limitations. His works of nonfiction include One L, his journal from his first year at law school, and Ultimate Punishment, which he wrote after serving on the Illinois commission that investigated the administration of the death penalty and influenced Governor George Ryan’s unprecedented commutation of the sentences of 164 death row inmates on his last day in office. Ultimate Punishment won the Robert F. Kennedy Book Award. He lives outside Chicago, where he is partner in the firm of SNR Denton (formerly Sonnenschein, Nath & Rosenthal).

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Monday, January 23

I. MY ASSIGNMENT

The Management Oversight Committee of our firm, known among the partnership simply as “the Committee,” meets each Monday at 3:00 p.m. Over coffee and chocolate brioche, these three hotshots, the heads of the firm’s litigation, transactional, and regulatory departments, decide what’s what at Gage & Griswell for another week. Not bad guys really, able lawyers, heady business types looking out for the greatest good for the greatest number at G&G, but since I came here eighteen years ago the Committee and their austere powers, freely delegated under the partnership agreement, have tended to scare me silly. I’m forty-nine, a former copper on the street, a big man with a brave front and a good Irish routine, but in the last few years I’ve heard many discouraging words from these three. My points have been cut, my office moved to something smaller, my hours and billing described as far too low. Arriving this afternoon, I steadied myself, as ever, for the worst.

“Mack,” said Martin Gold, our managing partner, “Mack, we need your help. Something serious.” He’s a sizable man, Martin, a wrestler at the U. three decades ago, a middleweight with a chest broad as the map of America. He has a dark, shrewd face, a little like those Mongol warriors of Genghis Khan’s, and the venerable look of somebody who’s mixed it up with life. He is, no question, the best lawyer I know.

The other two, Carl Pagnucci and Wash Thale, were eating at the walnut conference table, an antique of Continental origin with the big heavy look of a cuckoo clock. Martin invited me to share the brioche, but I took only coffee. With these guys, I needed to be quick.

“This isn’t about you,” said Carl, making a stark appraisal of my apprehensions.

“Who?” I asked.

“Bert,” said Martin.

For going on two weeks, my partner Bert Kamin has not appeared at the office. No mail from him, no calls. In the case of your average baseline human being who has worked at Gage & Griswell during my time, say anyone from Leotis Griswell to the Polish gal who cleans the cans, this would be cause for concern. Not so clearly Bert. Bert is a kind of temperamental adolescent, big and brooding, who enjoys the combat of the courtroom. You need a lawyer who will cross-examine opposing party’s CEO and claw out his intestines in the fashion of certain large cats, Bert’s your guy. On the other hand, if you want someone who will come to work, fill out his time sheets, or treat his secretary as if he recollected that slavery is dead, then you might think about somebody else. After a month or two on trial, Bert is liable to take an absolute powder. Once he turned up at the fantasy camp run by the Trappers, our major league baseball team. Another time he was gambling in Monte Carlo. With his dark moods, scowls, and hallway tantrums, his macho stunts and episodic schedule, Bert has survived at Gage & Griswell largely through the sufferance of Martin, who is a champion of tolerance and seems to enjoy the odd ducks like Bert. Or, for that matter, me.

“Why don’t you talk to those thugs down at the steam bath where he likes to hang out? Maybe they know where he is.” I meant the Russian Bath. Unmarried, Bert is apt to follow the Kindle County sporting teams around the country on weekends, laying heavy bets and passing time in sports bars or places like the Bath where people talk about the players with an intimacy they don’t presume with their relations. “He’ll show up,” I added, “he always does.”

Pagnucci said simply, “Not this time.”

“This is very sensitive,” Wash Thale told me. “Very sensitive.” Wash tends to state the obvious in a grave, portentous manner, the self-commissioned voice of wisdom.

“Take a look.” Martin shot a brown expandable folder across the glimmer of the table. A test, I feared at once, and felt a bolt of anxiety quicken my thorax, but inside all I found were eighteen checks. They were drawn on what we call the 397 Settlement Account, an escrow administered by G&G which contains $288 million scheduled to be paid out shortly to various plaintiffs in settlement of a massive air crash case brought against Trans-National Air. TN, the world’s biggest airline and travel concern, is G&G’s largest client. We stand up for TN in court; we help TN buy and deal and borrow. With its worldwide hotels and resorts, its national catering business, its golf courses, airport parking lots, and rent-a-car subsidiaries, TN lays claim to some part of the time of almost every lawyer around here. We live with the company like family in the same home, tenanted on four floors of the TN Needle, just below the world corporate headquarters.

The checks inside the folder had all been signed by Bert, in his flourishing maniac hand, each one cut to something called Litiplex Ltd., in an amount of several hundred thousand dollars. On the memo lines of the drafts Bert had written “Litigation Support.” Document analyses, computer models, expert witnesses—the engineers run amok in air crash cases.

“What’s Litiplex?” I asked.

Martin, to my amazement, rifled a finger as if I’d said something adroit.

“Not incorporated or authorized to do business in any of the fifty states,” he said. “Not in any state’s Assumed Names registry. Carl checked.”

Nodding, Carl added like an omen, “Myself.”

Carl Pagnucci—born Carlo—is forty-two, the youngest of three, and stingy with words, a lawyer’s lawyer who holds his own speech in the same kind of suspicion with which Woody Hayes viewed the forward pass. He is a pale little guy with a mustache like one of those round brushes that comes with your electric shaver. In his perfect suits, somber and tasteful, with a flash of gold from his cuff links, he reveals nothing.

Assessing the news that Bert, my screwball colleague, had written millions of dollars of checks to a company that didn’t exist, I felt some peculiar impulse to defend him, my own longtime alliance with the wayward.

“Maybe somebody asked him to do it,” I said.

“That’s where we started,” Wash replied. He’d taken his stout figure back to the brioche. This had come up initially, Wash said, when Glyndora Gaines, our staff supervisor in Accounting, noticed these large disbursements with no backup.

“Glyndora’s searched three times for any paper trail,” Wash told me. “Invoices. Sign-off memo from Jake.” Under our procedures, Bert was allowed to write checks on the 397 account only after receiving written approval from Jake Eiger, a former partner in this firm, who is now the General Counsel at TN.

“And?”

“There is none. We’ve even had Glyndora make inquiries upstairs with her counterparts at TN, the folks who handle the accounting on 397. Nothing to alarm them. You understand. ‘We had some stray correspondence for this Litiplex. Blah, blah, blah.’ Martin tried the same approach with one or two of the plaintiffs’ lawyers in the hope they knew something we didn’t. There’s nothing,” he said, “not a scrap. Nobody’s ever heard the name.” Wash is more shifty than smart, but looking at him—his liver spots and wattles, his discreet twitches and the little bit of mouse gray hair he insists on pasting across his scalp—I detected the feckless expression he has when he is sincere. “Not to mention,” he added, “the endorsement.”

I’d missed that. Now I took note on the back of each check of the bilingual green block stamp of the International Bank of Finance in Pico Luan. Pico, a tiny Central American nation, a hangnail on the toe of the Yucatan, is a pristine haven of fugitive dollars and absolute bank secrecy. There were no signatures on the checks’ backs, but what I took for the account number was inscribed on each beneath the stamp. A straight deposit.

“We tried calling the bank,” said Martin. “I explained to the General Manager that we were merely trying to confirm that Robert Kamin had rights of deposit and withdrawal on account 476642. I received a very genial lecture on the bank secrecy laws in Pico in reply. Quite a clever fellow, this one. With that beautiful accent. Just the piece of work you’d expect in that business. Like trying to grab hold of smoke. I asked if he was familiar with Mr. Kamin’s name. Not a word I could quote, but I thought he was saying yes. God knows, he didn’t say no.”

“And what’s the total?” I thumbed the checks.

“Over five and a half million,” said Carl, who was always quickest with figures. “Five point six and some change actually.”

With that, we were all briefly silent, awed by the gravity of the number and the daring of the feat. My partners writhed in further anguish, but on closer inspection of myself I found I was vibrating like a bell that had been struck. What a notion! Grabbing all that dough and hieing out for parts unknown. The wealth, the freedom, the chance to start anew! I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked or thrilled.

“Has anybody talked to Jake?” That seemed like the next logical step to me, tell the client they’d been had.

“God, no,” said Wash. “There’s going to be hell to pay with TN. A partner in the firm lies to them, embezzles, steals. That’s just the kind of thing that Krzysinski has been waiting for to leverage Jake. We will be dead. Dead,” he said.

There was a lot that was beyond me going on among the three of them—the Big Three, as they are called behind their backs—but I now thought I could see why I was here. Through most of my career at G&G I have been viewed as Jake Eiger’s proxy. We grew up in the same neighborhood and Jake was also a third or fourth cousin of my former wife. Jake was the person responsible for bringing me to the firm when he left to become Senior Division Counsel of TransNational Air. That is a long tradition at Gage & Griswell. For over four decades now, our former partners have dominated the law department at TN, becoming rich on stock options and remembering their old colleagues with the opportunity for lavish billing. Jake, however, has been under pressure from Tad Krzysinski, TN’s new CEO, to spread TN’s legal business around, and Jake, unsure of his own ground with Krzysinski, has given troubling signs that he will respond. In fact, in my case he seems to have responded some time ago, although I can’t tell you if that’s because I divorced his cousin, used to drink my lunch, or remain afflicted by something you might politely call “malaise.”

“We wanted your advice, Mack, on what we should do,” said Martin. “Before we went any further.” He eyed me levelly beneath his furry brows. Behind him, out the broad windows of the thirty-seventh story of the TN Needle, Kindle County stretched—the shoebox shapes of Center City and, beyond that, upraised brick smokestack arms. On the west bank of the river, suburban wealth spread beneath the canopy of older trees. All of it was forlornly sullied by the dingy light of winter.

“Call the FBI,” I offered. “I’ll give you a name.” You’d expect a former city cop to recommend his own department, but I left some enemies on the Force. Reading my partners’ looks, you could see that I’d missed their mood anyway. Law enforcement was not on the agenda.

Wash finally said it: “Premature.”

I admitted that I didn’t see the alternatives.

“This is a business,” said Carl, a credo from which all further premises devolved. Carl worships what he calls the market with an ardor which in former centuries was reserved for religion. He has a robust securities practice, making the markets work, and a jet-lagged life, zooming back here to Kindle County at least twice a week from D.C., where he heads our Washington office.

“What we were thinking,” said Wash, who laid his elderly hands daintily on the dark table, “some of us, anyway, is what if we could find Bert. Reason with him.” Wash swallowed. “Get him to give the money back.”

I stared.

“Perhaps he’s had second thoughts,” Wash insisted. “Something like this—he’s impulsive. He’s been running now, hiding. He might like another chance.”

“Wash,” I said, “he has five and a half million reasons to say no. And a little problem about going to jail.”

“Not if we don’t tell,” said Wash. He swallowed again. His sallow face was wan with hope above his bow tie.

“You wouldn’t tell TN?”

“If they didn’t ask, no. And why should they? Really, if this works out, what is there to tell them? There was almost a problem? No, no,” said Wash, “I don’t believe that’s required.”

“And what would you do with Bert? Just kiss and make up?”

Pagnucci answered. “It’s a negotiation,” he said simply, a deal maker who believes that willing parties always find a way.

I pondered, slowly recognizing how artfully this could be engineered. The usual false faces of the workplace, only more so. They’d let Bert come back here and say it was all a bad dream. Or withdraw from the practice for a while and pay him—severance, purchase of equity, call it what you’d like. A person feeling either frightened or remorseful might find these offers attractive. But I wasn’t sure Bert would see this as much of a deal. In fact, for three smart guys they seemed to have little idea of what had happened. They’d been flipped the bird and were still acting as if it was sign language for the deaf.

Wash had gotten out his pipe, one of his many props, and was waving it around.

“Either we find some way to solve this problem—privately—or the doors here will be shut in a year. Six months. That’s my firm prediction.” Wash’s sense of peril no doubt was greatest for himself, since he had been the billing partner for TN for nearly three decades, his only client worth mentioning and the linchpin of what would otherwise have been a career as mediocre as mine. He has been an ex officio member of TN’s board for twenty-two years now and is so closely attuned to the vibrations of the company that he can tell you when someone on TN’s “Executive Level,” seven floors above, has broken wind.

“I still don’t understand how you think you’ll find Bert.”

Pagnucci touched the checks. I didn’t understand at first. He was tapping the endorsement.

“Pico?”

“Have you ever been down there?”

I’d first been to Pico when I was assigned to Financial Crimes more than twenty years ago—sky of blue, round and perfect as a cereal bowl above the Mayan Mountains; vast beaches long and lovely as a suntanned flank. Most of the folks around here are down there often. TN was one of the first to despoil the coast, erecting three spectacular resorts. But I hadn’t taken the trip in years. I told Carl that.

“You think that’s where Bert is?”

“That’s where his money is,” Pagnucci said.

“No, sir. That’s where it went. Where it is now is anybody’s guess. The beauty of bank secrecy is that it ends the trail. You can send the money anywhere from Pico. It could be back here, frankly. If it was in the right municipal bonds, he wouldn’t even have to pay taxes.”

“Right,” Pagnucci quickly said. He took this setback, like most things, in silence, but his precise, mannerly good looks clouded with vexation.

“And who’s going to do the looking?” I asked. “I don’t know many private investigators I’d trust with this one.”

“No, no,” said Wash. “No one outside the family. We weren’t thinking of a private investigator.” He was looking somewhat hopefully at me. I actually laughed when I finally got it.

“Wash, I know more about writing traffic tickets than how to find Bert. Call Missing Persons.”

“He trusts you, Mack,” Wash told me. “You’re his friend.”

“Bert has no friends.”

“He’d respect your opinion. Especially about his prospects of escaping without prosecution. Bert’s childish. We all know that. And peculiar. With a familiar face, he’d consider this in a new light.”

Anybody who’s survived for more than two decades in a law firm or a police department knows better than to say no to the boss. Around here it’s team play—yes, sir, and salute smartly. No way I could refuse. But there was a reason I was going to law school at night while I was on the street. I was never one of these lamebrains who thought cop work was glamorous. Kicking doors in, running down dark alleys—that stuff tended to terrify me, especially afterwards when I got to thinking about what I’d done.

“I have a hearing Wednesday,” I said. This took them all back for a moment. No one, apparently, had considered the prospect that I might be working. “Bar Admissions and Discipline still wants to punch Toots Nuccio’s ticket.”

There was a moment’s byplay as Wash proposed alternatives—a continuance, perhaps, or allowing another G&G lawyer to handle the case; there were, after all, 130 attorneys here. Martin, the head of litigation, eventually suggested I find another partner to join me at the hearing, someone who could take over down the road if need be. Even with that settled, I was still resisting.

“Guys, this doesn’t make sense. I’m never going to find Bert. And you’ll only make them angrier at TN once they realize we waited to tell them.”

“Not so,” said Wash. “Not so. We needed time to gather facts so that we could advise them. You’ll prepare a report, Mack,” he said, “something we can hand them. Dictate it as you go along. After all, this is a significant matter. Something that can badly embarrass them, as well as us. They’ll understand. We’ll say you’ll take no more than two weeks.” He looked to Martin and Carl for verification.

I repeated that there was no place to look.

“Why don’t you ask those thugs down at the steam bath where he likes to hang out?” Pagnucci asked. Talking to Carl is often even less satisfying than his silence. He is stubbornly, subtly, but inalterably contrary. Pagnucci regards agreement as a failure of his solemn obligation to exercise critical intelligence. There is always a probing question, a sly jest, a suggested alternative, always a way for him to put an ax to your tree. The guy is more than half a foot shorter than me and makes me feel no bigger than a flea.

“Mack, you would be the savior of this firm,” said Wash. “Imagine if it did work out. Our gratitude would be”—Wash waved—“unspeakable.”

It all looked perfect from their side. I’m a burnt-out case. No big clients. Gun-shy about trials since I stopped drinking. A fucked-up wreck with the chance to secure my position. And all of this coming up at the most opportune time. The firm was in its annual hysteria with the approaching conclusion of our fiscal year on January 31. All the partners were busy choking overdue fees out of our clients and positioning themselves for February 2, a week and a half from now, when the profits would be divided.

I considered Wash, wondering how I ever ended up working for anybody in a bow tie.

“I say the same thing to you I’ve said to Martin and Carl,” Wash told me. “It’s ours, this place, our lives as lawyers are here. What do we lose if we take a couple of weeks trying to save it?”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2003

    Beware: Turow at work

    It seems to me that Scott Turow's books ought to be stickered with a warning, something like: "This is not a John Grisham Book." This is the fourth Turow book I've read in the last six or eight months, and I really enjoy his style. He tells a good story, but his real strength is in his characters. Each one is severly flawed, but each is clearly loved by the author. In this book the protagonist is Mac Malloy, a (recovering?) alcoholic who stumbles through a maze of sorry circumstances. Of the four Turow books I have read, this is by far the darkest, but even amidst the somber tone there is an occasional glimpse of hope. Turow is not for the fan of the quick read. Turow pays off the reader who is willing to invest him(her)self in the wonderfully rich characters he develops.

    9 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 28, 2011

    Turow is a master

    His characters in this novel like all his others are multifaceted and surprising. The plot turns are always surprising yet once he throws you a loop, you realize that the turn was inevitable. I've always liked legal novels and I enjoy Grisham too. But Turow consistently puts Grisham to shame. Read this. You won't regret it.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2011

    A great read. I just couldn't put this book down. Loved thhe story.

    If you like Terow, you should like this one. Twisting story and a surprise ending.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 30, 2011

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    Plenty of Words

    Can you imagine a book with too many words for the reader to plow through?
    Well, sure, of course. But when the book is a captivating tale of deceit, corruption, sex and lawyers, and written by Scott Turow, how could it be too long or too wordy? Pleading Guilty is a tale with many twists, but well told as it is, I enjoyed turning every page to see what happens next. Most fans of mysteries will do the same.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2002

    Tortured

    Good story, but hard, slow reading. Seemed like author wanted to show how many adjectives he could throw in and how flowery he could make the language. Do not recommend.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2013

    Dedicated to the proposition that all men are created evil

    The difficulty I had with this book is the absence of good guys. I've worked in the criminal justice system in some capacity since I graduated from law school over 30 years ago. I've seen my share of people making poor choices. Happily, not everyone I have dealt with has made poor choices. Some who have chosen poorly have sought to change, and rise above their choices.

    Not true of the characters here. Not only are they all flawed, they all succumb to their flaws. When work of fiction is more depressing that a difficult reality, it's time to put it down.

    Hoping someone would choose wisely, on I read. No one did. I regret finishing the book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2013

    To dawn

    I meant to ask if you couod advertise for someone to rp them. Im locked out of there. Blue.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2013

    Dawn to below

    Wowowow. No. I protect your clan. Mabye ill join if i find interest in your clan; but here you sign up your clan so i can protect them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2012

    Satisfying sequel

    I loved "Presumed Innocent" (both the book and the film) and found the sequel to be a very satisfying follow-up to the original story. My mind's eye was able to place Harrison Ford and Brian Dennehy within the story, which made the book even richer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2012

    Great Disappointment

    I have been a huge fan of Scott Turow and read all of his books. I found this book to be very, very disappointing and doubt I will ever buy another of his books. So sad.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 27, 2011

    Waste of money and time!

    I really, really wish I hadn't bought this book. I'm having such a tough time getting through it, way too wordy! I don't have to know in 500 words or more the background on every character and every room a character in this book enters. I'm not going to finish it, can't even keep me interested enough to care whether or not the main character succeeds in what he's supposed to do for his law firm. I've read other Scott Turow books and enjoyed them but this one is a failure!

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2003

    a good one, but...

    the book is too verbose, as if the author wants his readers to know he is the master of english language. could have been a pleasant read if put in more simple terms.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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