Corrupt Practices: A Parker Stern Novel

Corrupt Practices: A Parker Stern Novel

by Robert Rotstein

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Corrupt Practices: A Parker Stern Novel by Robert Rotstein

A Los Angeles church, considered by some to be a powerful cult, charges Rich Baxter with embezzling millions. Rich reaches out to former colleague and star trial attorney Parker Stern to come to his defense. Parker despises the cult, but he hasn’t entered a courtroom since developing severe stage fright after his mentor, Harmon Cherry, committed suicide. Rich claims that Cherry did not kill himself—he was murdered by someone connected to the church. At first, Parker doesn’t believe it . . . until disturbing events force him to question what’s really happening.

As the case takes an unexpected turn, Parker surprises himself and agrees to take on the church. But to represent his client and uncover the truth he must overcome his own long-buried secrets.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781616147921
Publisher: Prometheus Books
Publication date: 06/04/2013
Series: Parker Stern
Sold by: Penguin Random House Publisher Services
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 359
Sales rank: 118,376
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Robert Rotstein (Los Angeles, CA) is an entertainment attorney with over thirty years experience as an attorney and law professor. He's represented all of the major motion picture studios and many celebrities including Michael Jackson, Quincy Jones, Lionel Richie, and writer-director John Sayles, among others.

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A Parker Stern Novel


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Copyright © 2013 Robert Rotstein
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ISBN: 978-1-61614-792-1



I haven't set foot in a courtroom for eighteen months. I've altered my lifestyle, I tell everyone. I've decided to get out of the pressure cooker of trial work and start over before I turn forty. Only my two closest friends know the truth.

On this afternoon, as on most, I'm sitting alone at a back table at The Barrista Coffee House in West Hollywood sipping a macchiato and reading a book about the law. This one is a biography called Defender of the Damned, about famed LA trial lawyer Gladys Towles Root. Root represented mostly murderers and sexual predators because during the forties and fifties no one else would hire a woman. A flamboyant dresser, she was such a skilled advocate that the convicts composed a ditty about her: Root de toot. Root de toot. Here's to Gladys Towles Root. Her dresses are purple, her hats are wide, she'll get you one instead of five.

Lawyers truly can become legends.

Deanna Poulos comes out from the back and bops over to my table. She owns The Barrista, so named because she was a lawyer herself, one of my partners at Macklin & Cherry. Not so long ago, she wore pinstripe suits with pencil skirts to work. Now she dresses in black tee shirts and jeggings, and her left arm is half-covered with tattoos. When the firm fell apart, she quit the practice of law and opened her store on Melrose. Everyone told her she was making a huge mistake. But the shop has thrived despite the bleak economy and the cutthroat competition from the chains. I admire her bravery; I envy her freedom; I think she's gone crazy.

"Waz up, Parker?" When she speaks, a silver tongue bar is visible. She touches my cheek, and then playfully pats me on the shoulder in a way that makes the gesture seem less intimate. She glances around as if she doesn't want anyone to overhear, although there's no one around. I think I know what's coming—a story about an ex-colleague's upcoming divorce or latest affair or professional misstep.

"Rich Baxter's in jail," she whispers.

Just because Deanna says it doesn't make it so. This kind of slander flares up all the time, the spontaneous combustion of volatile nouns and verbs.

"Where did you hear this?"

"From him. He called me from the jail."

I was going to take a sip of coffee, but my arm freezes in midair. I set the cup back down on the table so I don't spill.

"The FBI arrested him five days ago," she says. "They're holding him for money laundering and fraud. The Church of the Sanctified Assembly has accused him of embezzlement."

"Rich wouldn't rip off a client, much less his own church. Hell, that guy wouldn't overstay his welcome at a parking meter."

She hesitates. "He actually called me because he wants to hire you as his lawyer. He didn't think you'd take his call."

"Is this your idea of a joke?"

She shakes her head.

"We haven't spoken in years. Why would he possibly want me? "

"Because you're the best."

"Once, maybe. Not anymore."

"If you'd just ... Wouldn't you enjoy taking on the Assembly?"

"No one enjoys fighting the Assembly. They always make you pay for it."

"It's time for you to get back in the game. To show some guts."

"It's not about courage."

"So you say."

Her words sting. Before I can reply, she gets up and goes back into her office. With her short bottle-black hair, slender body, and swaggering gait, from the back she resembles a rebellious adolescent boy.

This is how it started: I was down at the old Van Nuys courthouse on a simple discovery dispute over a confidential e-mail. Moments before the judge was to take the bench, my cell phone buzzed. I still don't know why I answered the call. It was my partner, Manny Mason. He sucked in air, almost a gasp. "Harmon Cherry's dead. There's an emergency partnership meeting at five thirty. Parker, Harmon shot himself." He started sobbing.

I tried to speak—to ask how it happened, to swear at him, to call him a liar, anything—but I couldn't find words. Then the door leading from the judge's chambers swung open, and the judge walked into the courtroom. I hung up on Manny without saying goodbye.

When the clerk called my case, I stood up, determined to muddle through the hearing despite the odd detachment I was feeling. Harmon used to preach that sometimes the ability to muddle through is a lawyer's greatest asset.

The opposing counsel entered her appearance. When I tried to enter mine—all I had to say was "Parker Stern for the defendant"—my voice caught and my vocal cords felt raw and swollen. The courtroom walls elongated, and the judge's bench became a shimmering mirage. Then my cheeks flushed hot and my stomach leapt up and pressed against my throat. I croaked, "Sorry, Judge" and sprinted out of the courtroom and down the hall to the men's room, where I found an empty stall and vomited. When I finished, I went to the sink and rinsed my mouth out with cold water. Thank God the episode was over. Embarrassing, but the embarrassment would go away as soon as I won my motion. "Victory is the strongest palliative," Harmon would say.

When I returned to the courtroom, the judge was waiting for me. She told me to proceed with my argument, but when I tried to speak, the nausea returned. And then I heard a high-pitched whirr, like a child's humming top. My knees buckled. I groped at the lectern for support, but my flailing arm pulled it down with me, and I tumbled to the floor.

The shrinks call it situational glossophobia, a fancy name for stage fright. I've tried everything—psychotherapy, yoga, meditation, biofeedback, Valium, Xanax. Nothing works. Deanna wouldn't think of telling someone with a bum knee to suck it up and start running, or of admonishing an addict to show some willpower, but now she's called me a coward.

One of the baristas brings me a fresh macchiato, even though I didn't order one. I really am a fixture in this place.

A little while later, Deanna comes back to my table. "Listen to me, Parker. Rich needs a lawyer. If nothing else, you should do it out of loyalty."

"Loyalty? Where's his loyalty? He bailed on his partners only weeks after Harmon died, took the firm's biggest client with him, and stood by while rest of us split apart. Meanwhile, he's made millions off the Assembly. As much as I hate that damn cult, the legal fees could have kept the firm afloat. Not to mention that if he did commit this crime, he betrayed his family and client and church."

"All the more reason why you should help him. Remember what Harmon used to tell us? Loyalty is most meaningful when its object has betrayed you."

"That's bullshit."

"Maybe so. But it's what Harmon believed."

"You're not playing fair."

She turns and glances at me over her shoulder, her smile knowing and flirtatious, her dark brown eyes dancing like they always do when she knows she's won an argument. "When you see Rich, tell him I said to keep fighting."

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
There are at least two things a successful mystery novelist must have in hand, a good story and the ability to write a good story. Author Rotstein has both in considerable degree. He also has extensive experience in the field in which he writes. Parker Stern, once a top litigator for a major Los Angeles firm of attorneys, has developed a bad case of stage fright. It is so bad he can hardly make himself go into the courtroom, much less give an opening argument. His condition came on him at the same time his mentor, major partner in the law firm is found dead under less than ideal conditions. After the death of Harmon Cherry two years previously, Parker Stern worked no more. As the novel opens Parker Stern is teaching a course to third year law students and hanging out with a former partner of the dissolved firm. When one of the former lawyers in the firm is arrested for murder and financial crimes, Parker is importuned to take the case. Knowing he has an impossible situation and how he deals with his stage fright is one thread that leads readers into and through the story. There are several others, some of which lead to startling revelations, others that lead to steamy sex and still others that provide considerable food for reader contemplation. The first person writing is first rate the characters are fully drawn, and the fine plots are all very well handled. The author’s background as an experienced entertainment lawyer serves the story and readers well. I look forward to many more adventures with former child actor and now re-rising attorney, Parker Stern.
BibliophileExtraordinaire More than 1 year ago
I thought this was a very good book with lots of twists, turns, and surprises. I will definitely read more of this series.
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JCHJL More than 1 year ago
This was a very good mystery with lots of twists and turns. However, it was too "wordy" in spots which tended to make you put the book down. If you stick with it, you will be surprised at the ending.
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Entertaining! Not to much legal detail. I liked this book.
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