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In the third title in the Suspicion series, Suspicion of Deceit, Gail Connor has recently become engaged to her lover, Anthony Quintana. Disturbing revelations about his past life come to light. As a rebellious and idealistic youth, he traveled to Central America with a different lover and a friend; he ended up with a lifetime of lies to cover up a violent tragedy and a secret at the heart of the Cuban expatriate community that someone considers worth killing for, over and over again, in order to to keep it ...
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In the third title in the Suspicion series, Suspicion of Deceit, Gail Connor has recently become engaged to her lover, Anthony Quintana. Disturbing revelations about his past life come to light. As a rebellious and idealistic youth, he traveled to Central America with a different lover and a friend; he ended up with a lifetime of lies to cover up a violent tragedy and a secret at the heart of the Cuban expatriate community that someone considers worth killing for, over and over again, in order to to keep it concealed.
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A fast-paced ride through the politics and hidden agendas of a sweltering Miami, Suspicion of Deceit is the latest novel in author Barbara Parker's bestselling Suspicion series, featuring upscale attorney Gail Connor. The ironic title works well for all plot threads unraveled in this engaging tale, from personal, terrifying deceptions to those with vast ramifications for a wide array of characters.

When Gail Connor is asked to become the attorney for the Miami Opera, it's for more than the simple reason that she's a damn fine lawyer. The upper echelon has its own objective in inviting her to a fund-raising function—they want to question her boyfriend, Anthony Quintana, on just how the city's Cuban political factions will respond to an opera star's questionable visit to Cuba some two years earlier. If the opera continues to employ opera star Thomas Nolan, there is a chance that the Cuban exile populace might become violent at one of the performances, if they view him as a traitor to his people. Fueling the fire is Anthony's brother-in-law, a commentator for Radio Free Cuba, who not only stokes the rage of his listeners but also finds time to cause troubles between Gail and Anthony. A violent murder—and the wounding of Gail herself—forces Gail to take matters into her own hands. She employs Felix Castillo, a mysterious investigator and longtime friend of Anthony's, to further question contacts in Cuba in order to discover the real nature of Thomas Nolan's visit there.

Yet there is another level of investigation occurring here. Gail is eager to uncovermore of Anthony's past, about which he's been extremely tight-lipped for years. As more of their mutual friends reveal startling truths about Anthony—including the fact that he once spent time in Nicaragua with the Sandinistas—Gail must battle her own suspicions to decide whether she will stand by the man she's come to love or betray him.

Parker is masterful at weaving clandestine situations and the politics of both the past and the present with the pertinent actions of the moment. History—personal and bureaucratic—plays a large part in this novel, and scenes involving Anthony's large family and all their many beliefs, passions, and fiery emotions play out with an incredible vitality that greatly contributes to the flow and grip of the story. Gail and Anthony are a fervent couple, in love but also finding excitement in the friction of ideology that occasionally comes between them. The author refuses to allow for any black-and-white, easy answers at any time. All parties involved are constantly discovering more about themselves and exactly what the cost might be for each conviction and stance taken.

"Suspicion of Deceit" is deceivingly simplistic, but it works on several levels at once, as the main mystery plot element often takes a backseat to equally intriguing story lines of a more personal nature. The gray areas of conflicting opinions lend a credence to the novel that isn't usually found in the more idealistic, hero-versus-villain crime thrillers on the market. It's the author's worldview, and her understanding of human nature, that make this novel one that readers can trust to arrive at a gripping, satisfying, and wholly genuine conclusion.—Tom Piccirilli

Andy Plonka
Suspicion of Deceit is a complex novel of politics and the legal profession....The reader with an interest in politics and a knowledge of the political situations that existed [Cuba and Nicaragua] 20 years ago will probably be intrigued by this story. Without this knowledge, the story is a lot harder to understand....a lengthy novel with a definite political slant.
The Mystery Reader.com
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Miami attorney Gail Connor plunges into volatile Cuban-American politics in her third heady adventure (after Suspicion of Guilt.) When Gail's client, the Miami Opera, hires fast-rising singer Thomas Nolan to star in Don Giovanni, opera managers learn that Nolan recently performed in Havana. Much of Miami's Cuban community sees any such appearance as support for the hated Fidel Castro. Gail asks her fianc, Cuban-born lawyer Anthony Quintana, to intervene with the local exiles. Complicating matters is the fact that Anthony's brother-in-law, Octavio Reyes, leads the anti-Nolan talk on a Miami radio station. Just before a planned appearance on the Reyes show, Seth Greer, an old friend of Quintana and opera director Rebecca Dixon, is shot to death. Because the exiles, however passionate, seldom resort to violence, Gail wonders if Greer's death is related to his long-ago revolutionary work with Quintana and Rebecca in Nicaragua. The possibility leads her to wonder if her lover, who is adamantly secretive about his own history, could be the killer? The story and cast at first seem formulaic: the ever competent heroine, the macho but tender Latin lover, life among wealthy Miamians. The narrative triumphs, however, thanks to Parker's rich mix of tropical politics, edgy romance and secrets from the past. (Jan.)
Library Journal
Like Parker's first two novels (Suspicion of Innocence, LJ 12/93; Suspicion of Guilt, LJ 2/1/95), this thriller thrusts Miami lawyer Gail Connor into perils from which she emerges owing mostly to luck. Gail, now engaged to Cuban exile Anthony Quintera, also a Miami lawyer, provides legal counsel for the Miami Opera. A promising young singer, Thomas Nolan, is to star in Don Giovanni, but his connections with Castro's Cuba may cause trouble for the opera should they become known. From this rather interesting beginning, the plot wanders further and further afield, until the reader yearns for the inevitable murder. Politics, nostalgia of the Miami exile community, and conflicting memories or reports of Gail's fiance and friends bulk out the story, which hovers uneasily between episodes of Gail and Tony's lovemaking and Gail's getting herself into clichéd predicaments (donning a wig to stake out her suspect's movements, breaking into the home of the chief suspect). Sadly, this series demeans both women lawyers and Miami Hispanics. Buy only if you live in Florida and have a lavish book budget. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 9/1/97.]Elsa Pendleton, Boeing Information Svcs., Inc., Ridgecrest, Cal.
Andy Plonka
Suspicion of Deceit is a complex novel of politics and the legal profession....The reader with an interest in politics and a knowledge of the political situations that existed [Cuba and Nicaragua] 20 years ago will probably be intrigued by this story. Without this knowledge, the story is a lot harder to understand....a lengthy novel with a definite political slant.
The Mystery Reader.com
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781497631908
  • Publisher: Open Road Media
  • Publication date: 4/1/2014
  • Series: Suspicion , #3
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 334
  • Sales rank: 286,191
  • File size: 679 KB

Meet the Author

Barbara Parker was trained as a lawyer and worked as a prosecutor with the state attorney’s office in Dade County, Florida, before moving into a private practice that specialized in real estate and family law. Parker earned a master’s degree in creative writing in 1993. Her first legal thriller was Suspicion of Innocence, published in 1994, which was followed by another seven titles in the series featuring her two lawyer protagonists, and sometime lovers Gail Connor and Anthony Quintana. While writing the series, she also produced Criminal JusticeBlood RelationsThe Perfect Fake, and The Dark of DaySuspicion of Innocence was a finalist for the Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America. Two of her titles, Suspicion of Deceit and Suspicion of Betrayal were New York Times bestsellers. Barbara Parker died in March 2009, at age sixty-two.
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Suspicion of Deceit


By Barbara Parker

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 1998 Barbara Parker
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4976-3190-8


CHAPTER 1

Seen from the Atlantic, the lights of Miami are a chain of jewels balanced on a narrow rim of land between swamp and sea. Overhead, on clear cool winter nights, the stars are brilliant, pulsing.

Gail Connor waited until her fiancé's Cadillac bumped onto the Fisher Island ferry, then asked him to open the sun roof so they could see the sky. She took off her high heels and climbed onto the seat.

"And where are you going, bonboncita?"

"It's beautiful out here!" A gust of wind ruffled her hair. She pulled her lacy cashmere shawl tighter around her shoulders. The ferry turned in the ship channel and headed southeast past the Coast Guard station. Water splashed steadily on the hull. A few leftover Christmas trees blinked in windows of the condominiums on South Beach, and farther out the Atlantic vanished into darkness.

Tonight the Miami Opera was holding a fundraising party on Fisher Island. Gail had recently been hired as general counsel. Her mother was a board member—that had helped—but Gail had the qualifications: eight years in a top law firm on Flagler Street before opening her own office. As a final inducement, she had offered to donate fifty hours of legal services a year. The opera was loaded with potential contacts. She had been given two tickets for the event tonight— one for herself, one for a guest. The guest was, of course, Anthony Quintana, who had learned by now not to be surprised when the thirty-four-year-old woman he was engaged to kicked off her shoes and stood up to sightsee through his sun roof.

The small terminal was located on the causeway that ran from the city to the southern tip of Miami Beach. Passengers were required to remain inside their vehicles, but there were so few on board—a dozen or so—that from her vantage point Gail could watch the approach to Fisher Island. She liked to see the familiar view from a different angle.

A hand went around her knee. "Having a good time?" Anthony was leaning over to look through the opening in the roof. She could see the white vee of his shirt and his black silk bow tie.

"The best. It's Friday. Karen won't be back till Sunday. I have no cases to spoil my weekend." She stroked his thigh with her toes. "Are you busy later?"

He smiled wickedly. "Que chévere. People are staring at you."

"Do you care?"

"No. I think they're jealous."

Maneuvering back inside, Gail lost her balance and fell halfway across his lap, tangled in her shawl, laughing, her dress riding up her legs. He held her where she was and turned her face toward his. The air outside had chilled her, and his mouth felt steamy. Finally he pulled back, giving her a little shake. "You're a crazy woman, you know that?"

"You love it. Without me you'd sit alone in the dark and brood."

"Oh, you think so? I'd be out having fun. Dancing, parties—"

"Don't I take you to parties? Tonight you get to hear Thomas Nolan."

"Who is he?"

"Who? The singer. Tonight's entertainment?"

"Ah. Yes, I remember."

"Liar." Gail smoothed the lapels of his tuxedo. "Don't worry. We'll sneak in, mingle for a bit, then leave."

"Why go at all?"

"Because, sweetheart, how would it look if their new lawyer didn't show up? The president of the board called to make sure I was coming. Rebecca Dixon. You met her in the lobby before Hvorostovky's recital, remember? The brunette with all the diamonds?"

"Yes, I remember. "What does she want?"

"I don't know. We don't socialize, so it must be related to opera business." Gail slid over to the passenger seat and flipped down the visor mirror. Her dark blond hair fell around her face, a style that was easily repaired.

"Rebecca Dixon." Anthony tapped a rhythm on the gearshift. "She used to be Rebecca Sanders. I met her when I was at the University of Miami. She was dating a friend of mine."

Gail put on her lipstick. "You know Rebecca Dixon? Why didn't you say so when I introduced you?"

"No, no. Sometimes people don't like to be reminded. Maybe she doesn't remember me."

"I can't imagine." Gail snapped her purse shut. "Well, your former acquaintance and her husband have made a donation to the opera of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

"¡Alaba'o! Who is he? Or is the money hers?"

"No, it's his. Lloyd Dixon. He owns a cargo airline, I think. A quarter of a million. It certainly puts my paltry five hundred bucks into perspective." Raising herself off the seat, she pulled her narrow skirt farther down her thighs. "I promise we won't stay long, but I really need to be here tonight, maybe cultivate some paying clients. Lucky you, to be so well established."

"Ah, but my clients—I usually find them at the jail, not at opera parties."

When the ferry bumped against the dock, Anthony slid down his window and told the guard where they were going. On the south side of the island was a clubhouse that used to be a winter home for one of the Vanderbilts. Flowering vines and a marble fountain marked the entrance. Anthony gave the keys to the valet, and they went inside. From the paneled lobby they could hear a piano, a torrent of notes, and a deep voice singing in Italian. They followed the sound.

At the door to the ballroom Gail whispered, "Let's wait till this one is over."

Anthony discreetly squeezed her backside. "We're not staying late. I have plans for you."

She smiled, told him to hush, then eased open the door when applause began. The attendees were mostly middle-aged and up, attired in tuxes, gowns, and fancy cocktail dresses. Most people sat at tables with drinks and small plates of hors d'oeuvres. The lights were low, except for those illuminating the singer and his accompanist.

Gail and Anthony edged against the wall and found chairs in the back. There were some opening chords for the next aria, then Thomas Nolan's vibrant bass-baritone filled the room. Nolan was in his mid-thirties, dressed in a black silk jacket and white turtleneck. His thick blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, making the angular structure of his face seem even more so. He had a tall, lean physique. Onstage, in makeup and costume, he would be gorgeous. Most of the women—and a few of the men—seemed on the point of swooning.

"O mio sospir soave, per sempre io ti perdei!"

Someone had left a program on the table. Gail picked it up and found the translation. Oh, my gentle breath of life, forever are you lost to me.... He was good ... no, he was wonderful. Gail was sorry now that they had taken their time getting here.

"Ah, per sempre io ti perdei, fior d'amore, mia speranza ..." Forever lost, flower of love, my hope ...

She whispered into Anthony's ear, "Do you like it?"

"Very much." He put an arm around the back of her chair, and she curled his left hand around hers. There was a ring on his fourth finger, but the third was bare. Until recently he had worn a heavy platinum ring with an emerald too perfect to seem excessive. The night he asked her to marry him, he had dropped it carelessly into his pocket, and said he wanted only a plain gold band. She had found it odd, this sudden switch from overt display to the simplest of adornment. And then she considered where he had come from.

At forty-two, he had seen his life swerve from one extreme to the another, rarely resting in between. His mother's family, sophisticated and wealthy, had lived in Havana; his father's people were dirt-poor guajiros from rural Cuba. Just after the revolution his mother had fled with her parents and two of her four children. Through some terrible mistake of timing Anthony and one sister were not at home the day the others had to leave. Anthony spent most of his childhood in Camaguey province, a hot flat land of endless sugar cane. He got out at thirteen, his mother's family paying dearly in bribes. Since then, flouting U.S. law, he'd gone back many times to visit his father and sister, but promised Gail he would never go back to stay, even when things changed. His life was here.

She leaned against his shoulder and felt his breath in her hair, then his lips briefly on her temple. When the last song was over everyone applauded, many of them rising to their feet. Thomas Nolan made his bows. Gradually the applause faded away, and people moved forward to speak to him.

Before Gail could turn to pick up her purse and shawl, a delicate hand touched her arm.

"Gail? Yes, I thought it was you." Rebecca Dixon stood smiling at her side, a thin woman in a flowing gold silk dress. Her dark hair was wound into an elaborate knot, and earrings glittered against her long neck.

"And Mr. Quintana. It's good to see you again. I'm Rebecca Dixon."

"Of course." He took her extended hand. "This singer is excellent. I'm happy that Gail invited me to come with her."

Gail looked from one to the other, wondering who knew what about whom.

Anthony put his arm around her waist. "We're engaged to be married. Gail, did you tell her?"

"I tell everyone.'"

Rebecca gave a silvery laugh. "Yes, she does, and I don't blame her a bit. Congratulations to both of you. Now, may I be selfish and take Gail away for a few minutes? Let me introduce you to some friends of mine first, so you won't feel abandoned."

He demurred politely. "Thank you, but it isn't necessary. There are people here I know." He lightly kissed Gail's cheek and told her to take her time.

The two women walked away through the crowd, Rebecca smiling, saying hello, no name forgotten. But all the time they were moving toward an exit door.

Gail had first seen Rebecca Dixon a few years earlier between acts of The Marriage of Figaro, the only opera Gail had seen that season, practicing law downtown sixty hours a week. She had asked her mother who she was. Irene Connor knew everybody. Oh, that's Rebecca Dixon, a perfectly lovely woman. You should meet her. But Gail had declined. At the time, after another raging argument with her husband, she felt intimidated by perfectly lovely women.

With a billow of silk and the click of heels on parquet, Rebecca led Gail along the corridor, then turned into a foyer. Past the sloping lawn and row of royal palm trees, the ocean was visible through uncurtained glass. Moonlight lay down a path of silver across the water.

Rebecca let out a breath. "I was afraid you hadn't come."

"Is there a problem?"

"I hope not, but quite possibly—What did you think of Tom Nolan?"

"He's superb."

"Isn't he. We've hired him to sing the lead in Don Giovanni, which opens at the end of the month. One of our board members called me this morning. She said that two years ago last November, Thomas Nolan sang at a music festival ... in Havana." With a lift of carefully drawn brows, Rebecca Dixon waited for a response.

"Ah. Havana ... Cuba."

"She heard it from one of her friends—a Cuban woman, in fact—at a benefit for the Heart Fund. Who knows where she got it. I asked Tom if it was true. He said, 'So what?'" Rebecca lifted one golden-clad shoulder, imitating his reaction.

Gail had to smile. "But two years ago—"

Rebecca looked at her. "Gail, you live here. Can you seriously tell me we have nothing to worry about?"

"Well ... no, I can't."

The previous spring a Brazilian jazz combo had been booked into a theater downtown. Nobody paid much attention, until a Little Havana radio host announced that the band had just appeared in New York with a group straight from Havana called Los Van Van—a gross insult to the exile community. The theater manager received death threats. The scene outside the concert turned ugly—shouting, pushing, the police trying to keep the crowds behind barricades. The second performance was canceled, and the story wound up on Nightline.

"What would you like me to do?" Gail didn't know what could be done, except to roll down the hurricane shutters and bring in the plants.

Rebecca twisted her gold necklace around her finger, then slid the diamond pendant back and forth, metal clicking. "The general director is in New York looking at talent. He doesn't know about this yet, and I'll have to give him a recommendation. We have two choices—find someone else to do Don Giovanni or keep Tom Nolan. It's not that easy. We don't want a controversy in the middle of a fundraising drive. On the other hand, do we fire him and look like cowards? My husband says we have to hold our ground, no matter how much it hurts. Lloyd isn't on the executive committee, but he can be such a horse's behind."

A quarter of a million dollars gave him that privilege, Gail thought. "What do you want to do, Rebecca?"

The pendant clicked on the necklace. "I ... haven't decided yet."

"Well, here's your lawyer's position," Gail said. "Keep the singer. If you cancel his contract without cause, you still have to pay him. How much does he get, by the way?"

"Six thousand five hundred dollars per performance. Seven performances."

"Yikes."

Rebecca took Gail's arm. "A few of us on the executive committee are getting together at my house tonight. I'd like you to be there. Bring Anthony Quintana. We need his input. I wanted to consult you first, of course, in view of your relationship with him."

"Tonight?" Gail groaned. "Oh, Rebecca. Don't say that."

"Gail, I've got to have someone who can tell us how the Cuban community is likely to react once the news gets out—and it will. I can't just go into that meeting and say well, I think this might happen, or that—"

"Look, you have Cubans on the board, don't you? Ask them."

"I would, but they have no connection with the—I don't want to say extremists. Let's say certain groups who take a different point of view."

"What? Anthony doesn't—"

"It's his family I was referring to. His grandfather is a member of every hard-line exile group in Miami. His brother-in-law, Octavio Reyes, has a radio talk show. Anthony would have an opinion on what might happen. Maybe he'd even help us with PR if we decide to keep Tom Nolan. Please, Gail. I'd ask him myself, but it would be better if you did."

"In view of our relationship," Gail repeated. A man in love wasn't likely to turn his fiancée down. "All right. I'll ask, but what he wants to do is up to him."

"Fair enough." Rebecca squeezed her hand. "You're a dear."

"Just curious. How did you find out so much about Anthony's family?"

"Well ... we knew each other in college."

"Oh, yes. The University of Miami," Gail said. "Anthony mentioned that."

"He was very political in those days," Rebecca said. "That's why I believe he'll help us now."

"Political? No ... I don't think he was ever ... like his grandfather."

A laugh danced off the tiles in the foyer. "Good lord, no. The other end of the spectrum. Anthony had a poster of Che Guevara in his bedroom."

Gail managed to smile. "Really. Che Guevara." The bearded poster boy of campus radicals. Hero of the Cuban Revolution. In Anthony's bedroom. Which Rebecca Dixon had somehow seen.

"Oh, don't tell him I brought that up, after all this time. It would embarrass him."

What an odd sensation, Gail thought. Almost physical. A slight turn on the axis. A shift in the angle of light. Edges in what had seemed smooth.

Rebecca gestured toward the corridor. "I suppose we should go back. They'll be wondering where we are."

CHAPTER 2

Without a word Anthony jerked his keys out of the ignition and opened his door. He slammed it and came around. Gail was already out her side. She grabbed her shawl off the seat. "I said you didn't have to be at this meeting."

"What am I supposed to do? Sit in the car until you finish?" He aimed his key ring at the Cadillac, and the locks clicked shut. "Let's do this and get out of here." He was several steps along the tiled walkway before he realized she wasn't with him. He said sharply, "Gail, come on."

"Don't you ever walk away from me like that!"

"Cono, what's the matter with you?"

For a long moment they looked at each other, Anthony more stunned than angry. The parking lot was illuminated only by moonlight and a line of small lamps that led along the walkway, then to a six-floor building of Mediterranean design, where the Dixons owned an apartment.

He let out a breath and looked toward the ocean, which gurgled and splashed gently against the seawall.


(Continues...)

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