The Third Secret (Chapman Files Series #3) [NOOK Book]

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Rick Thomas stole drug-cartel evidence from a government facility. And spent three years in a federal prison.

Attorney Erin Morgan has a rule: never defend the bad guys. But Rick Thomas, quiet and self-assured, doesn't seem bad. That's why she agrees to defend him against what he swears is a trumped-up murder charge. She's ignoring her experience and listening to her instincts instead.

But psychologist and expert witness Kelly Chapman is ...

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Overview


Rick Thomas stole drug-cartel evidence from a government facility. And spent three years in a federal prison.

Attorney Erin Morgan has a rule: never defend the bad guys. But Rick Thomas, quiet and self-assured, doesn't seem bad. That's why she agrees to defend him against what he swears is a trumped-up murder charge. She's ignoring her experience and listening to her instincts instead.

But psychologist and expert witness Kelly Chapman is listening to her instincts, too. And they're saying that Rick Thomas is lying to Erin. That he's keeping secrets. That he's a dangerous man. And that, despite everything, maybe he's one of the good guys….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426874383
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/1/2010
  • Series: Chapman Files Series , #3
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 841,957
  • File size: 661 KB

Meet the Author

The author of more than 50 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with more than six million copies sold. Known for delivering deeply emotional and psychologically compelling novels, Ms. Quinn won the 2008 Reader's Choice Award, is a four time finalist for the RWA Rita Award, a finalist for the Reviewer's Choice Award, the Bookseller's Best Award, and has appeared often on local and national TV including CBS Sunday Morning.

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Chandler, Ohio

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I grabbed for the phone. I'd already turned off the lights and was heading out the door when it rang. The office phone. Not my cell. Deb, my receptionist, waited out in the parking lot.

She'd say I should've let the phone ring. And maybe she was right. But I had a thing about phones. If it rang, someone on the other end needed me for something.

I had to find out who. And what.

I had a thing about pencils, too, but at the moment, I wasn't craving one. Deb and I were going to skate the eighteen-mile converted-railroad skate path outside town.

"Kelly Chapman's office." I'd answered Deb's phone.

"Kelly?" I didn't recognize the voice, and because we'd inherited the ancient phone and intercom system with the office suite, I didn't have caller display to help me out.

"Yes."

"This is Erin Morgan from Temple, Michigan." Oh, right. The defense attorney. She'd found me in the expert witness directory the year before—I'd been able to help her with a case.

"Hi, Erin, what's up?" I couldn't take any out-of-town jobs just now. I had a new foster daughter at home, a girl I hoped to adopt.

Fourteen was a tough age for any kid. And even more so for one who'd lost her virginity and her mother all in the same month.

"Have you got a minute?"

As Erin asked the question, Deb came in to see what was keeping me, and I motioned for her to go on without me. "Sure," I said into the phone. I hadn't felt good about going out after work, anyway. "Let me get the door."

Setting the phone down, I went back and locked up behind Deb.

Maggie had said to go ahead and skate, to keep up with my usual routine. She claimed she'd be fine—and that she'd make supper so it would be ready when I got home. And because I was still feeling my way, still trying to find some bridge between being a therapist and being a mother, I'd agreed, thinking Maggie needed some time in the house by herself. Time to explore unobserved. To make the place her own. To bond with Camy—my very spoiled and bossy toy poodle.

But my instincts had been screaming at me all day to go straight home after work. I just couldn't tell if they were shrink instincts or some completely unused maternal ones.

"I'm here," I said, picking up the phone again as I scooted my Lycra-clad backside onto Deb's desk, facing the door. "What do you need?"

"I'm probably not going to convince you that I just called to say hi, am I?"

"Not likely," I said. Not with an opening line like that. "It's been, what, a year?"

"About that."

"So how've you been?" I liked Erin. And prevarication wasn't her style.

Choosing a pen from the box of new ones in Deb's top drawer—put there expressly for me—I flipped to a clean page in my receptionist's open notepad.

"I've been good. Great. Got my AV rating this year."

The Martindale-Hubbel National Peer Review Rating of ethics and legal ability. A national coup in the legal field. She'd met some pretty high standards. "Congratulations."

She's stalling. I jotted it down. Merely an observation, but I thought better when I was writing.

"Listen, I have a favor to ask." As opposed to a job? Interesting.

Asking for favors wasn't something that came easily to independents like Erin. I knew because I was one, too.

"Shoot." As long as it didn't involve leaving town, I'd do it. If I could.

"Well, not a favor, really. I just…Look, I need someone to talk to. Someone not from around here. Someone no one'll ever know I spoke to."

"A therapist, you mean?"

"I guess. Maybe."

"For you or another person?"

"Another person."

Erin just lied to me. The words appeared on the page.

"You want a referral?"

"No. I don't think so. Maybe. I really just wanted to get your opinion. If I could. Not like a session or anything. Though I'd be happy to compensate you."

For someone who'd appeared to be as organized and methodical as they came, Erin Morgan hadn't thought this through very well.

"Of course you don't need to compensate me. I told you to call me anytime, and I meant it."

That had been a year ago. On the last day of a highly emotional murder trial involving a mentally handicapped defendant who'd been accused of killing her newborn baby. In my opinion, the teenager hadn't even realized she'd given birth. She'd been exonerated on the grounds of mental incompetence and committed to a home where they'd be able to safeguard her.

I'd assumed, in the heat of the moment, that Erin and I would remain in touch.

If not as friends, then as professional peers.

"You having problems with a case?" I asked as silence hung on the line. Could be she didn't have the budget for expert witness fees this time around.

"No, it's nothing like that. I…This friend of mine, he's really struggling and…Oh…come on, I can't believe I'm being so inane. I'm struggling, Kelly, and not finding answers and I thought of you."

"I'm glad you did," I told her honestly. "What's the issue?"

"My job."

"You got your AV rating." I reminded her of what I'd just been told.

"Yeah." The sigh on the other end didn't convey the elation I'd expected. "I'm good at what I do," the thirty-one-year-old attorney continued. "Hell, I should be, it's all I do."

"And that's a problem?" Possible relationship. I circled the sentence.

"No. I love being a lawyer. I love the law."

"And?"

"I'm not sure I love me."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Because I'm a risk to society." Whoa. I scribbled it a second time for good measure. Whoa.

"How so?" I asked.

"Cops put dangerous people behind bars and I set them free."

Not the woman I knew. Erin was particular about her cases. She took on only the ones she believed in, clients she was convinced were innocent.

Which was why I'd bonded with her to the point of thinking we'd stay in touch.

"I thought you helped innocent victims. That you considered yourself part of the checks and balances to protect against police and prosecutorial mistakes." I repeated what Erin had told me over a glass of wine the night I'd spent in Temple the year before.

"I thought so, too. But I'm full of crap." Searching. Vulnerable ?

"Are you?"

"I…That's just it," Erin said, the strength in her voice, the conviction, never wavering. "I don't know."

Gotta love it. A person who was confident even in her struggles.

"Are you lying to yourself?" I asked.

She sighed. "I don't know."

"Do you want to be a risk to society?"

"Of course not!"

"Why do you go to work each day?"

"To do my job."

"Why in a bigger sense?" The words rolled off my tongue. I was working. Always working. Just like Erin Morgan.

"Because I want to help people."

"That's why you started doing what you do. What about now?"

"What other reason would there be?"

"Glory."

"It feels good to win a case," she admitted.

"And the money?"

"I like it, but it's never been my motivation. That hasn't changed." I believed her.

"And the AV rating, the security it gives you, that felt good, too, I'll bet."

"Not as good as winning a case."

"So it's all about winning."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Why?"

"Because if it's all about winning, then I've lost myself. I've lost sight of why I'm in this business. I've lost sight of right and wrong and everything I stand for."

I've lost myself. We were at the crux of the matter. And it had taken less than ten minutes. Erin was a lot more together than she thought.

"Are you sure about that, or afraid of it?" I asked.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be calling you."

"What makes you think you might have changed?"

"My last case, for one thing."

"Tell me about it." I didn't need the old floral chintz couch in my office. Or the new and luscious leather chairs opposite it that I now used with clients. Or office hours or checks in the bank, either.

They weren't what my life was about. Helping people. That's why I got up in the morning.

And I'd bet my shingle—the one I loved because the city council bought it for me as a thank-you for chairing the committee to beautify Main Street—that my reason for getting up in the morning was Erin Morgan's reason, too.

I got writer's cramp taking notes as Erin told me about the young man who'd had his driver's license for barely a year when he'd skidded on wet pavement, losing control of his car—an accident that had ended up involving three other cars and an SUV, killing a thirty-two-year-old man and seventeen-year-old twin girls.

The young man had been driving a brand-new Corvette, purchased for him by his parents, and he'd been drinking and was subsequently slapped with three charges of vehicular homicide with aggravators, meaning he could be facing twenty or more years in prison.

"The police took one look at that Corvette and the kid never had a chance," Erin said.

I heard doubt in her voice.

"I take it his parents called you?"

"Yeah. They were beside themselves with grief and guilt. They blamed themselves for buying him a car that was far too powerful for his limited driving skills. They'd only wanted to reward him for being such a good kid. He was an A student. Worked for his father's company. Played sports. Dated a girl from church, which he attended regularly."

Kid too good to be true, I scribbled sideways in the margin. It wasn't about Erin. It didn't really go on her page.

"So you took the case."

"I met the kid first."

"And did he seem to be everything his parents said he was?"

"He seemed spoiled and egotistical, but I put that down to a case of bravado due to fear."

Lying to self? That went on Erin's page.

"And you took the case."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'd done some checking. The arresting officer, the one who administered the only drunk-driving test, wasn't qualified to administer it."

"Uh-huh."

"His parents were right on that one. The kid hadn't had a fair chance."

Sometimes the obvious was just too.obvious. "And?"

"The case was highly publicized. If he was found guilty, the kid would be getting the maximum sentence. His life was going to be ruined."

As were three other lives. Permanently ruined. I kept the words to myself. My personal opinion meant nothing here.

"And?"

"I knew I could win."

"So that's why you took the case?"

"I don't know. It seemed to me it wasn't the kid's fault his parents had given him a false sense of himself. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone. As a matter of fact, he volunteered as a senior youth leader at his church."

"So you believed in him and wanted to help him."

"I guess so. He had his whole life in front of him. His parents' eyes were wide-open and they had the resources to fix the damage they'd done, to get him into counseling or whatever it took."

"The deaths of three innocent people wasn't enough to smarten him up?"

"I thought it was." Erin's voice dropped and I could hardly hear what she'd said.

"Past tense?" I asked, drawing a tiny star on the rubber sole of my tennis shoe.

"He was acquitted of everything except the traffic ticket for failure to yield. The only price he paid was a fine and points on his license."

"Which is what you expected, right?"

"Yeah, well, what I didn't expect was that afterward, when he turned to me, there was no thank-you, nor any sign of relief. He called me a loser bitch under his breath because of the points. And just then I looked up—" Erin's voice broke "—and into the eyes of the young mother who'd lost her husband in the accident. Standing behind her were the parents of the twins who'd also died. Their expressions were the same. Stricken. Shocked. And filled with more questions than I could ever answer. They'd already lost so much and I'd just robbed them of their chance for a small measure of peace."

I took a deep breath. Read over my notes, though I'm not sure I needed them. Or really saw them. Life wasn't always easy. The way wasn't always clear.

Sometimes there were no right and wrong answers. Or even palatable ones.

And that was part of the process of living, too. Living with the untenable, the inexplicable. Living with the fact that sometimes life just didn't make sense.

And the attorney on the other end of the line didn't need to hear any of that.

"So, when you win, what do you like about it?" I asked her.

"Being good enough to win."

"Why?"

"So I know that when people rely on me, their trust isn't misplaced. In most cases, my clients' lives are at stake. I have to know that if I take their cases, I'm capable of giving them their best chance." I could relate to that.

"So what about this case? Did the win feel good?"

"I felt like I did my job."

Unresolved.

"And if you had it to do over again, would you still take the case?"

"If I knew only what I knew then?"

"Of course. Unless you've got some kind of crystal ball that's going to help you see the future."

"Nope. If I had that, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Out of the mouths of babes. And defense attorneys.

"So would you still take the case?"

"Yes."

"And knowing that doesn't help at all, does it?"

"No."

"What will?"

"I don't know. Do you have some technique for figuring out if I've lost sight of the bigger picture in my quest to do my job well?"

"Yeah." I doodled on my shoe some more.

"What is it?"

"Listen."

Silence fell between us. And then Erin said, "Okay, I'm listening. What is it?"

"That was it. Listen. Listen to your instincts. To the things that keep you awake at night. You're on the right track. You're looking at yourself, trying to be honest with yourself. Your conscience is talking to you. Listen to it and you'll have your answers." I could've talked to her in abstract terms—about cognitive dissonance or the gain loss theory of interpersonal attraction.

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  • Posted October 18, 2010

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    our 3rd look into the Kelly Chapman files

    In this our 3rd look into the Kelly Chapman files, Kelly gets a call from an acquaintance Erin Morgan defense attorney from Temple Michigan, she's got a personal dilemma and reaches out to Kelly for guidance. What Erin doesn't realize is that her life is about to take a turn and she'll have to rely on her instincts to know what to do, but instincts may not be enough, she may need more than them to save her life. Rick Thomas is your everyday ordinary handyman/construction worker and he finds himself in a world of trouble, he does the only thing he can and reaches out to Erin Morgan to help in his defense. But is Rick really who he appears, and if not is he friend or foe.
    Ms Quinn kept me enthralled throughout this whole novel, I couldn't turn pages fast enough to find out what was going to happen next. I loved that she included some of Kelly Chapman's personal challenges that we learned of in the last novel as well as introducing us to our new protagonists for her third in the series. Her plot was inventive and realistic enough to entice even the staunchest crime drama fan and yet gives us a romantic suspense to keep all those fans well satisfied as well. She accomplishes this with a dialogue that enhances all the characters portrayed in the novel. Her characters are exceptionally skilled in who they depict and they are all very important to the story, you will especially hate the villain when he/she is revealed and love all the kind hearted souls who litter the rest of the pages. Her hero Rick and heroine Erin are a couple that her readers will feel compassion for while we'll also wonder if there will ever be hope for them. The romance is fraught with second guesses, danger and peril in between moments of tenderness and longings. The love scenes are tame by today's standards but even die hard hot romance fans like me won't feel let down by them because it just leaves our imaginations to fill in the blanks.
    This is an automatic must read for all fans of dramatic romantic suspense, fans of crime drama and mystery fans as well. Those of you who enjoy Carla Neggers, J T Ellison or Brenda Novak will love Tara Taylor Quinn. This novel stands very well alone but I would suggest reading the whole series to get all the details you'd miss otherwise.

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  • Posted October 6, 2010

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    A winner

    Rick Thomas was caught stealing drug evidence from a government facility. He served three years in a federal pen, but is now free and vows to stay straight and free.

    County Sheriff Huey Johnson arrests Rick charging him with the murder of Charles Cook. He called the cops informing them of finding the corpse when he reported to work. Rick insists he is innocent. Temple, Michigan defense attorney Erin Morgan is very selective who she defends in court as she refuses to help career criminals like Rick. She breaks her rule after meeting with him as she believes his plea he is innocent. However, the evidence proves Rick is either concealing something or lying. Erin considers dropping her client who she is falling in love with.

    The third Chapman Files thriller (see The 1st Wife and the 2nd Lie) is a fabulous tale with two prime subplots besides the above in Chandler, Ohio. Dr. Kelly Chapman is adopting a frightened teen. Action packed, readers will want to know what the three secrets that Rock conceals are. Whereas the Thomas-Morgan arc is a fast-paced romantic suspense, the Chapman-Maggie segue is a poignant human interest drama; they blend smoothly together. With a strong cast, Tara Taylor Quinn writes a terrific Rust Belt thriller.

    Harriet Klausner

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