The Oath (Dismas Hardy)
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People magazine crowns him "a master." The San Francisco Chronicle calls his bestselling novels "compulsively readable." And Larry King hails his legal thrillers as "spine-tingling." In The Oath, John Lescroart pits defense attorney Dismas Hardy and homicide lieutenant Abe Glitsky against each other in the most dangerous case either has ever faced.
When the head of San Francisco's largest HMO dies in his own hospital, no one doubts it is anything but the result of massive injuries inflicted by a random hit-and-run car accident. But the autopsy soon tells a different story-an overdose of potassium killed him, and the attending physician Eric Kensing becomes the prime suspect in a high-profile homicide.
Abe Glitsky, though hindered by the inept bunglings of two politically appointed cops assigned to the investigation, quickly sets his sights on Kensing. Desperate and in need of an attorney, Kensing turns to Dismas Hardy for his defense. But as the pressure mounts to indict Kensing, Hardy goes on the offensive, believing that the murder had little to do with his client, and everything to do with business. Hardy knows that all is not well with the HMO, and makes a terrifying discovery: too many patients have been dying, many of them victims of murder-and it looks like it is the hospital that is killing them.
His own marriage tested and his family strained as he struggles to save his client, Hardy must uncover a twisting conspiracy of avarice and violence that takes the lives it is sworn to save. A timely and gripping novel that puts lives-and a long-standing friendship-at grave risk, The Oath is John Lescroart at his galvanizing best.
had left her—or to making the kind of adjustments her husband had learned to live with. “Carla,” he began softly, “don’t be—” But she wasn’t listening. Suddenly, she was standing up in front of him, the semblance of neutrality dropped for now. “I can’t talk to you anymore. Don’t you understand that? Not here, maybe never. There’s nothing to say until we know about Tim. Now excuse me, I’ve got to call the children.” She walked by without glancing at him on her way out of the room. Ross sat in
Abe was on. “Guess what I just heard. You’re going to like it.” “The Giants got Piazza.” “In the real world, Diz.” “That’s the real world, and I’d like it.” “How about Tim Markham?” “How about him? Is he a catcher? I’ve never heard of him.” Hardy had gotten around his desk to his chair and picked up the receiver. “He’s the CEO of Parnassus Health,” Glitsky said. A jolt of adrenaline chased away the final traces of any lunch lethargy. Glitsky usually didn’t call Hardy to keep him up on the
“Although patients don’t like it?” A resigned shrug. “Let’s face it, Mr. Elliot, people are hard to please. I think most patients appreciate the efficiency, and that translates to satisfaction.” He wanted to add that in his opinion, people were overly concerned with all the touchy-feely junk. The body was a machine, and mechanics existed who knew how to fix it when it broke. The so-called human element was vastly overrated. But he couldn’t say that to Elliot. “It’s really better for the vast
Hardy said. “It’s a fine name,” Glitsky agreed. He knew, although the police department would deny it as a matter of course, that no hit-and-run incidents—even the homicides—were more than cursorily investigated by inspectors. What usually happened was that a couple of members of the hitand-run detail would take the paperwork at the Hall of Justice the day after the incident. Maybe they would go to the scene of an accident and see if they could find a witness to provide a description or license
old, was Farrell’s client. They were celebrating (hence the beer) because Jake’s arresting officer hadn’t shown up at his preliminary hearing this morning. Since he was the state’s chief witness, the prosecution had dismissed all charges. Hardy had better manners than to ask what those had been. So, they both insisted, Wes was a hero. “He’s always been one of mine,” Hardy agreed. “In fact, that’s why I’m here now.” He turned to Wes. “Something important’s come up. Can I steal you away for a few