4th of July (Women's Murder Club, Book 4)
James Patterson, Maxine Paetro
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A young girl is killed in the crossfire after a routine arrest goes terribly wrong, and Lt. Lindsay Boxer has to defend herself against a charge of police brutality. In a landmark trial that transfixes the nation, Lindsay fights to save her career and her sanity. While awaiting trial, Lindsay escapes to the tranquility of the beautiful town of Half Moon Bay. But the peaceful community there is reeling from a string of unspeakable murders. Working with her friends in the Women's Murder Club, Lindsay finds a link between these killings and a case she worked on years before - an unsolved murder that has haunted her ever since. As summer comes into full swing, Lindsay battles for her life on two fronts: before a judge and jury as her trial comes to a climax and facing unknown adversaries who will do anything to keep her from the truth about the killings. It all comes to a head before the big annual 4th of July celebration on the waterfront at Half Moon Bay.
examined the video camera on the shelf attached to the back wall. The Watcher took the tape out of the camera and slipped it into a pocket. He took another tape at random from a messy stack of tapes on the same shelf, resisting the impulse to tidy the rest. Then he took a packet of photos from the nightstand drawer. He’d only been in the house for two minutes and twenty seconds when he heard the front door slam. His mouth went dry. In all his days of watching this house, no one had ever come
like this, people lie so that they can have their fifteen minutes of fame. “We’re working the voir dire process as it’s our right to do. Please trust us. If we don’t play hardball, we’re done before we start.” Later that same day, the opposition used three peremptory challenges to excuse two middle-aged white civil servants—women who might have viewed me kindly, as if I were a daughter—as well as a fireman named McGoey who presumably wouldn’t have held even a gallon of margaritas against me.
forced myself into a faster pace on the downhill side of Jones, until the still-irksome pain from my shoulder and leg dissolved into an overall ache of my rusty muscles. As much as I hated it, running was my only hope of escaping my obsession with the trial because it was the best way to shift from a mental state to a more manageable physical one. And even though my tendons screamed, it was good to feel my sneakers pounding the sidewalk, my sweat drying in the cool air as the dawn faded into
have said ‘find her exactly the kind of cop, blah blah.’ It was a flourish! I thought it was good, but I was wrong.” “You did a great job,” I said, my voice as heavy as stone. “This has nothing to do with what you said.” I wrapped my arms around myself and lowered my head. Mickey and Yuki were talking together. I heard Mickey assure her that the fat lady hadn’t yet sung, but the voice in my mind was a needle stuck in an old-fashioned record groove. One question kept repeating. How could this
waited for the light to change. “I do have a boyfriend,” I said. “Doesn’t she though,” Yuki said, nearly bursting into a song about my beau. “Joe is a very handsome Italian guy. Like Dad. And he’s got a big-deal government job. Homeland Security.” “He make you laugh?” Keiko asked, pointedly ignoring Joe’s credentials. “Uh-huh. Sometimes we laugh ourselves into fits.” “He treat you nice?” “He treats me sooooo nice,” I said with a grin. Keiko nodded approvingly. “I know that smile,” she