The Undertaker's Widow
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A cold-blooded murder. A beautiful suspect. An honest judge forced to do the unthinkable.
New York Times bestselling author Phillip Margolin is a master of legal suspense. In this explosive novel, a simple case of self-defense becomes a nightmare in which justice itself is held hostage.
Judge Richard Quinn is young, idealistic, and honest to a fault. That's why he's handed the most sensational homicide case in Oregon history. Locked in a race for the U.S. Senate, Ellen Crease gunned down the intruder who murdered her wealthy husband. In a single, brutal instant she became a widow, a victim, and a hero.
Yet disturbing questions remain. What secrets did the man who started his fortune running mortuaries keep that might have cost him his life? What about the son frozen out of his will? Or his wife's political enemies? And what about Ellen Crease herself?
Soon it becomes clear that a deadly plot of murder, blackmail, passion, and double cross is unfolding around Judge Richard Quinn. And unless he breaks the rules, justice will not only be blind, it will be the final victim.
cheerleaders, reminding her of how smart she was and what good work she did. Surely another company would hire her. When Fargo ended her call to her parents, she was upbeat. She did not have very much money saved, but she had enough to get by until another job came along. There was always a market for a good secretary. Maybe, she thought, it was best that she not continue to work at Hoyt Industries, where every day would be a reminder of the life she had lost. Maybe being fired was a blessing in
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not even sure of the sex of the diver.” “If this came out, you being with this … this woman in the cove, the murder. If you became a suspect … The effect on your career would be devastating.” “Then, you think I should say nothing?” “It’s a gamble. There’s no telling when the body will be discovered. With luck, you’ll be back home and no one will connect you to the crime.” “Thank you, Laura.” “Don’t thank me,” Laura answered harshly. “I’m doing this for me as much as for you. Do you think I
herself to the party by challenging an incumbent Republican senator.” “How did she get away with going after Gage?” “Crease doesn’t feel that she’s accountable to anyone. She has a very committed following on the far right and her husband’s money.” “Is there anyone you can think of who would be so upset with Crease that he would try to have her killed?” “Why do you need to know that?” “What if the man who broke into the Hoyt mansion came to kill Ellen Crease and not Lamar Hoyt? Crease would
I knew Jack was a liability I could not afford. “When we got to the courthouse, I told Jack that I would follow him as backup. He thought that he was supposed to kill you and take the report. But I would never have let him kill you. Laura is right. You were worth more to me alive so you could tell everyone how I saved your life.” “Why did Brademas go after me in the parking garage?” “We wanted to make sure that the order suppressing evidence would stand. I couldn’t risk having it set aside if