Hard Row (Deborah Knott Series #13)

Hard Row (Deborah Knott Series #13)

by Margaret Maron

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As Judge Deborah Knott presides over a case involving a barroom brawl, it becomes clear that deep resentments over race, class, and illegal immigration are simmering just below the surface in the countryside. An early spring sun has begun to shine like a blessing on the fertile fields of North Carolina, but along with the seeds sprouting in the thawing soil, violence is growing as well. Mutilated body parts have appeared along the back roads of Colleton County, and the search for the victim's identity and for that of his killer will lead Deborah and her new husband, Sheriff's Deputy Dwight Bryant, into the desperate realm of undocumented farm workers exploited for cheap labor.

In the meantime, Deborah and Dwight continue to adjust to married life and to having Dwight's eight-year-old son, Cal, live with them full time. When another body is found, these newlyweds will discover dark truths that threaten to permanently alter the serenity of their rural surroundings and their new life together.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780446618076
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 08/01/2008
Series: Deborah Knott Series , #13
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 691,761
Product dimensions: 4.26(w) x 7.76(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

MARGARET MARON grew up in the country near Raleigh, North Carolina, but for many years lived in Brooklyn, New York. When she and her artist husband returned to the farm that had been in her family for a hundred years, she began a series based on her own background. The first book, Bootlegger's Daughter, became a Washington Post bestseller that swept the major mystery awards for its year-winning the Edgar, Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity Awards for Best Novel-and is among the 100 Favorite Mysteries of the Century as selected by the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association. Later Deborah Knott novels Up Jumps the Devil, Storm Track, and Three-Day Town each also won the Agatha Award for Best Novel. Margaret is also the author of the Sigrid Harald series of detective novels. In 2008, Maron received the North Carolina Award for Literature, the highest civilian honor the state bestows on its authors. And in 2013, the Mystery Writers of America celebrated Maron's contributions to the mystery genre by naming her a Grand Master-an honor first bestowed on Agatha Christie. To find out more about her, you can visit MargaretMaron.com.

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Hard Row

By Margaret Maron

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2007 Margaret Maron
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-58243-8

Chapter One

If a man goes at his work with his fists he is not so successful as if he goes at it with his head. -Profitable Farming in the Southern States, 1890

Deborah Knott

Friday, February 24

A cold February morning and the first thing on my calendar was the State of North Carolina versus James Braswell and Hector Macedo.

Misdemeanor assault inflicting serious bodily injury.

I vaguely remembered doing first appearances on them both two or three weeks earlier although I would have heard only enough facts to set an appropriate bond and appoint attorneys if they couldn't afford their own. According to the papers now before me, Braswell was a lineman for the local power company and could not only afford an attorney, but had also made bail immediately. His co-defendant, here on a legal visa, had needed an appointed lawyer and he had sat in the Colleton County jail for eleven days till someone went his bail. Each was charged with assaulting the other, and while it might have been better to try them separately, Doug Woodall's office had decided to join the two cases and prosecute them together since the charges rose out of the same brawl. Despite a broken bottle, our DA had not gone for the more serious charge of felony assault because keepingthem both misdemeanors would save his office time and the county money, something he was more conscious of now that he'd decided to run for governor.

Neither attorney had objected even though it meant they had to put themselves between the two men scowling at each other from opposite ends of the defendants' table.

Braswell's left hand and wrist had been bandaged last month. Today, a scabby red line ran diagonally across the back of his hand and continued down along the outer edge of his wrist till it disappeared under the cuff of his jacket. The stitches had been removed, but the puncture marks on either side were still visible. I'm no doctor, but it looked as if the jagged glass had barely missed the veins on the underside of Braswell's wrist.

The cut over Macedo's right eye was mostly hidden by his thick dark eyebrow.

I listened as Julie Walsh finished reading the charges. Doug's newest ADA was a recent graduate of Campbell University's law school over in Buies Creek. Small-boned, with light brown hair and blue-green eyes, she dressed like the perfectly conservative product of a conservative school except that a delicate tracery of tattooed flowers circled one thin white wrist and was almost unnoticeable beneath the leather band of her watch. Rumor said there was a Japanese symbol for trust at the nape of her neck but because she favored turtleneck sweaters and wore her long hair down, I couldn't swear to that.

"How do you plead?" I asked the defendants.

"Not guilty," said Braswell.

"Guilty with extenuating circumstances," said Macedo through his attorney.

While Walsh laid out the State's case, I thought about the club where the incident took place.

El Toro Negro. The name brought back a rush of mental images. I had been there twice myself. Last spring, back when I still thought of Sheriff Bo Poole's chief deputy as a sort of twelfth brother and a handy escort if both of us were at loose ends, a couple of court translators had invited me to a Cinco de Mayo fiesta at the club. My latest romance had gone sour the month before so I'd asked Dwight if he wanted to join us.

"Yeah, wouldn't hurt for me to take a look at that place," he'd said. "Maybe keep you out of trouble while I'm at it."

Knowing that he likes to dance just as much as I do, I didn't rise to the bait.

The club was so jammed that the party had spilled out into the cordoned-off parking lot. It felt as if every Hispanic in Colleton County had turned out. I hadn't realized till then just how many there were-all those mostly ignored people who had filtered in around the fringes of our lives. Normally, they wear faded shirts and mud-stained jeans while working long hours in our fields or on construction jobs. That night they sported big white cowboy hats with silver conchos and shiny belt buckles. The women who stake our tomatoes or pick up our sweet potatoes alongside their men in the fields or who wear the drab uniforms of fast-food chains as they wipe down tables or take our orders? They came in colorful swirling skirts and white scoop-neck blouses bright with embroidery.

We danced to the infectious music, drank Mexican beer from longnecked bottles, danced some more, then stuffed ourselves at the fast-food taquerías that lined the parking lot. I bought piñatas for an upcoming family birthday party, and Dwight bought a hammered silver belt buckle for his young son.

It was such a festive, fun evening that he and I went back again after we were engaged. The club was crowded and the music was okay, but it felt like ten men for every woman and when they began to hit on me, I had to get Dwight out of there before he arrested somebody.

So I could picture the club's interior as Walsh called her first witness to the stand.

"¿Habla inglés?" she asked.

Despite his prompt , Macedo's attorney asked that I allow a translator because his own client's English was shaky.

I agreed and Elena Smith took a seat directly behind Macedo, where she kept up a low-pitched, steady obligato to all that was said.

"State your name and address."

The middle-aged witness twisted a billed cap in his callused hands as he gave his name and an address on the outskirts of Cotton Grove. His nails were as ragged and stained as his jeans. In English that was adequate, if heavily accented, he described how he'd entered the restroom immediately after Hector Macedo.

"Then that man"-here he pointed at Braswell-"he push me away and grab him-"

"Mr. Macedo?" the ADA prompted.

"Sí. And he hit him and hit him. Many times."

"Did Mr. Macedo hit him back?"

"He try to get away, but that one too big. Too strong."

"Then what happened?"

"Hector, he break a bottle and cut that one. Then he let go and there is much blood. Then the bouncers come. And la policía."

"No further questions, Your Honor," said the ADA.

Braswell's attorney declined to cross-examine the witness, but Macedo's had him flesh out the narrative so as to make it clear to me that the smaller man had acted in self-defense when Braswell left him with no other options.

A second witness took the stand and his account echoed the first. When Walsh started to call a third witness, Braswell's attorney stood up. "We're willing to stipulate as to the sequence of events, Your Honor," whereupon the State rested.

Macedo, a subcontractor for a drywall service, went first for the defense. Speaking through the interpreter, he swore to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. According to his testimony, he had been minding his own business when Braswell attacked him for no good reason. He did not even know who Braswell was until after they were both arrested.

Under questioning by Braswell's lawyer, he admitted that he was at the club that night with one Karen Braswell. Yes, that would be the other defendant's ex-wife although he had not known it at the time. Besides, it wasn't a real date. She worked with his sister at the Bojangles in Dobbs and the two women had made up a casual foursome with himself and a friend. He'd had no clue that she had a husband who was still in the picture till the man began choking and pounding him. Macedo's attorney called the sister, who sat in the first row behind her brother and strained to hear the translator, but Braswell's attorney objected and I sustained.

"Defense rests."

"Call your first witness," I told Braswell's attorney.

"No witnesses, Your Honor."

"Mr. Braswell," I said as his attorney nudged him to stand. "I find you guilty as charged."

"Your Honor," said his attorney, "I would ask you to take into consideration my client's natural distress at seeing his wife out with another man while he was still trying to save their marriage."

"I thought they were divorced," I said.

"In his mind they're still married, Your Honor."

"Ms. Walsh?"

"Your Honor, I think it's relevant that you should know Mr. Braswell was under a restraining order not to contact Mrs. Braswell or go near her."

"Is this true?" I asked the man, who was now standing with his attorney.

He gave a noncommittal shrug and there was a faint sneer on his lips.

"Was a warrant issued for this violation?"

"Yes, Your Honor, but he made bail. He's due in court next week. Judge Parker."

"What was the bail?"

"Five thousand."

I could have increased the bail, but it was moot. He wasn't going to have an opportunity to hassle his ex before Luther Parker saw him next week. Not if I had anything to say about it.

"Ten days active time," I told Braswell. "Bailiff, you will take the prisoner in custody."

"Now, wait just a damn minute here!" he cried; but before he could resist, the bailiff and a uniformed officer had him in a strong-arm grip and marched him out the door that would lead to the jail.

Macedo stood beside his attorney and his face was impassive as he waited for me to pass judgment. I found him guilty of misdemeanor assault and because he'd already sat in jail for eleven days, I reduced his sentence to time served and no fine, just court costs.

He showed no emotion as the translator repeated my remarks in Spanish, but his sister's smile was radiant. "Gracias," she whispered to me as they headed out to the back hall to pay the clerk.

"De nada," I told her.

"State versus Rasheed King," said Julie Walsh, calling her next case. "Misdemeanor assault with a vehicle."

A pugnacious young black man came to stand next to his lawyer at the defendant's table.

"How do you plead?"

"Hey, his truck bumped me first, Judge."

"Sorry, Your Honor," said his attorney.

"You'll get a chance to tell your story, Mr. King," I said, "but for our records, are you pleading guilty or not guilty?"

"Not guilty, ma'am."

It was going to be one of those days.


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Hard Row (Deborah Knott Series #13) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Series fan never tire of the Judge Deborah Knott series because it is always fresh and every book is a new glimpse into southern life, family dynamics and the career challenges of an interesting woman of character and depth. Deborah is trying to settle into newly married life with Major Dwight Bryant and her stepson who now lives with them full time after the untimely death of his mother (Winter¿s Child). All this should be enough to keep Judge Knott occupied but anyone who is a fan of this series will know that it is not. She is the ultimate multi-tasker and involving herself in her husband, Dwight¿s, latest case is just background noise to her. A brutal slaying has shaken Colleton County but trying to solve this gruesome murder is proving a challenge since the body parts are showing up in varied and interesting places one at a time! Dwight is trying to give this his full attention to this while helping his son adjust to the grief of losing his mother and having to come live with Dwight and Deborah. Toss in some Knott family dynamics from one of Deborah¿s 11 brothers, immigration issues and just a touch of homey charm and you have the best of the summer reads! Enjoy this book for the work of art that is it and pick up the rest of the books in this series because when you are done with one your greatest treasure is knowing there is another one to read! The added bonus is all the hockey education you receive about the Canes!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Maron's best yet!
harstan More than 1 year ago
Judge Deborah Knott of Colleton County, North Carolina is settling in quite nicely to married life with Sheriff¿s Deputy Dwight Bryant who has loved her for a long time. When Dwight¿s ex-wife dies, his eight year old son Cal comes to live them and they are in the process of becoming a family. Deborah and Dwight try not to discuss their work at home but sometimes that is not possible when she has information he needs.--------------- Body parts are found all around the county and nobody has a clue whose remains these are because nobody has filed a missing person¿s report. Flame Smith comes to town looking for her lover Buzz Harris who she intends to marry once his divorce is finalized. She can¿t find him so she goes to the sheriff she identifies marks on the corpse that Buzz had. Finger prints prove he is the victim but nobody knows who could have hated him so much as to do such a horrific thing. The answers lies in a case Deborah heard in court but she is not yet aware of its significance. If she does and provide the information to her husband, with what he has they will be able to identify the killer?.----------- Every Deborah Knott mystery is unique, original and entertaining with red herrings and unexpected twists to keep the reader guessing who the killer is. In HARD ROW, the audience get an inside look at the judge¿s personal life as Dwight plays a major role in the storyline. Fans can¿t help but adore him because he loves his wife and is thankful she loves him enough to marry him and be a mother to his son. Margaret Maron writes bloodless regional police procedurals that are always quite good--------------- Harriet Klausner
tututhefirst on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoy the Deborah Knott mysteries. The plot develops well: body parts keep appearing and law enforcement is faced with a variety of well-developed, believable characters. There's the about to be (or is she already?) ex-wife, disgruntled employees, and a side death (is it a homicide?). These even say cuss words once in a while!. I wouldn't call this a cozy, but it's also not a blood and guts psycho thriller. There is violence, sex, tension and many candidates for the 'perp' so you are kept guessing til the end. This one really surprised me, something I like when I read a mystery. 4 stars.
FicusFan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is book 13 in the Judge Deborah Knott mystery series. I am reading them like popping candy, and enjoying every minute. This book is no exception.Back in NC, Deborah and Dwight and his son Cal are settling into their new family life together. Dwight is called out when his officers find body parts on the side of the road. They have little to go on in terms of trying to identify the victim: they think it is a white male around 50-60 years old. They begin searching the reports of the missing.Deborah meanwhile, is overseeing the asset distribution in a nasty divorce. A rich couple who have a big Agri-Business are wrangling over who gets what. The husband has not been coming to the hearings, so they keep getting postponed. The man has a mistress, and the wife is his business partner. They started with one farm, working in the fields themselves. She is not happy at being replaced by a trophy, or splitting the business.Eventually after more body parts are found and no one, not even the mistress, can find the husband, the two issues combine. It is the husband who has been hacked up and his body parts scattered along the roads. The story now shifts to the farm that he lived at from time to time and where in a barn, he was hacked up with an axe. It appears he was alive when the dismemberment started. The search for suspects at the farm brings in the issue of migrant farm workers, mostly Hispanic. We see the conditions they live and work under, and the resentment and hatred they receive from the locals. It doesn't seem to be because they are taking local jobs, no one wants to do back-breaking work in the fields; its because they are foreign, speak a different language, have a different religion (Catholicism) and have darker skin. The workers also have resentment for the locals and at times violence ensues. The other issue related to farming is the loss of family farms due to development and the diminishing of tobacco as a cash crop. Growing it is their tradition, and many can't see a way to do something different. The younger Knotts want to try growing something organic to make money, to keep the damage to the environment down, and to try their hands at making their own decisions and running their own fields. Deborah's father, Kezzy gets them family land that they can work, so they will stay 'down on the farm' and continue the family farming tradition.Another good book with interesting information woven in. Again the writing, the characters and the setting are great. The POV is jumping around to more than just Deborah but it really only helps make everything more fleshed out.
JaneAustenNut on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Enough, of a good thing. I quiting the Deborah Knott Series for now. Time to move on to other reads. This was a great series but, 13 now read is enough.
Joycepa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mutilated body parts from the hacked up torso of a white male appear on the back roads of Colleton County, North Carolina. An intense search is initiated for the identity of the victim and of the killer.The plot line in this, the 13th of the Judge Deborah Knott series, is almost straight police procedural involving Knott's newly wed husband, Doug Bryant, head of the Colleton County Sheriff's detective department. Deborah becomes involved since the victim and his wife appeared in her court in the middle of an assests settlement as part of a bitter divorce.Just as in real life, Deborah as a new wife and sudden stepmother of an 8 year old boy, is focused more on her own family; while she continues to interact with her brothers, their families, and her father, clearly they have receded somewhat to the background, certainly of the novel. Long-time fans, I think, will be a little wistful, missing the often hilarious encounters between Deborah and her brothers, the down-to-earth practicality and humor of her sisters-in-law. It's still there, but nowhere near as prominently as in the earlier novels. Life moves on--it does as much for Deborah as it does for the rest of us.Maron now succesfully alternates chapters between Deborah and Dwight; thus the switch to police procedural. But it is not hard-boiled detective fiction; this is not LA or Edinburg but Colleton County,where everyone still knows almost everyone else, and that enters into the the way everything is done, including a murder investigation.I've always admired the way Maron has brought social issues into her novels without being intrusive--as a matter of fact, they are integral to the plots--and without lecturing. Hard Row is no exception; the plot revolves around the exploitation of farm workers, mostly illegal aliens from Hispanic countries. While continuing to write with a deft hand about lives and customs of rural North Carolina, she also is adept in showing how such immigration and the consequent introduction of a different culture is changing the landscape of the area.Chapter epigrams are taken from Profitable Farming in the Southern States, published in 1890. As usual, they're relevant to the chapter--in some instances, in a slyly funny way. Maron has a healthy sense of humor.In addition, in this novel, Maron has the younger generation of Deborah's vast extended family (you really do need the family tree printed in the front of the book!)--those nieces and nephews who want to continue the family tradition of farming--exploring alternatives to growing tobacco which has always been the family's main (legal) source of income. Their situation--a hard row to hoe--will resonate with anyone who knows about the rapidly disappearing American family farms, destroyed by devlopment or absorbed into the gigantic factory farms run by multinational companies. You wish them well and hope, as Mr. Kezzy does, that it will indeed "keep the young folks down on the farm".Highly recommended.
Mooose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One reason I like this series is that time does not stand still. Kids get older, people move, jobs change, etc. The mystery isn't always the strong part of the story but, oh well. :)
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Got sick of her books being definitely liberal with no respect for republicans.