A Good Killing: A Novel (Anna Curtis Series)
Allison Leotta
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 1476761027
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Selected as one of “Summer’s Best of the Best” books by O, The Oprah Magazine, Allison Leotta’s spellbinding thriller follows prosecutor Anna Curtis as she heads home to Michigan to defend her sister in a case that will bring her to her knees.
How far would you go to save your sister?
Anna Curtis is back in her hometown just outside of Detroit. Newly single after calling off her wedding, Anna isn’t home to lick her wounds. She’s returned to support her sister, Jody, who has been wrongfully accused of murder after their old high school coach, a local hero, dies in a suspicious car crash.
But maybe Jody isn’t so innocent after all. The police are convinced that Jody was having an affair with the married coach and killed him out of jealousy. As Anna investigates with the help of her childhood friend Cooper Bolden, an Afghan War veteran with a secret of his own, she slowly peels back the facade of her all-American town and discovers that no one is telling the truth about the coach, not even the people she thought she knew best. When the town rallies against them, threatening not just Jody’s liberty but both sisters’ lives, Anna resolves to do everything she can to save her sister and defend the only family she has left.
In her best book yet “with surprising twists and an ultimately satisfying conclusion” (Booklist), Allison Leotta, “the female John Grisham” (The Providence Journal), explores the limits of vigilante justice, the bonds of sisterhood, and the price of the truth.
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warm and full of distractions made in China. To pass the time, we were trying on hats, not the kind we would actually buy, but the kind that made each other laugh. Kathy put on a huge straw one with plastic fruit all over the brim and became the Queen of England. She waved the cupped-hand royal greeting at passing shoppers. “Ma-ma,” said Hayley. “Gapes. Nummy.” The baby tried to grab the plastic grapes from the hat, smacking her little lips with anticipation. God, she was a cute kid. Like a
warm and full of distractions made in China. To pass the time, we were trying on hats, not the kind we would actually buy, but the kind that made each other laugh. Kathy put on a huge straw one with plastic fruit all over the brim and became the Queen of England. She waved the cupped-hand royal greeting at passing shoppers. “Ma-ma,” said Hayley. “Gapes. Nummy.” The baby tried to grab the plastic grapes from the hat, smacking her little lips with anticipation. God, she was a cute kid. Like a
Jody’s. She took ownership of it in every sense, not just buying it, but using creativity and elbow grease to make it hers. Jody hand-painted the walls of every room a different color. She bought a pretty tile backsplash that she installed—herself—in the kitchen. She pored over furniture sales and decorated every room to be cheerful, modern, and bright. And she spent hours at Home Depot’s weekend classes, learning how to do home improvement and minor repairs. Jody’s home was the ultimate
hoping to make the world a little better—killing another human being is not an easy thing. We had a good plan. The problem was in the execution. We sat, three women stumped, on the bench seat. Owen Fowler faced us in the wheelchair, his teeth chattering despite the warm summer night. He was soaked from Wendy’s earlier waterboarding. Maybe he was cold, despite the layers of sweatshirts, or maybe he was terrified. Our plan had been to drown him. Let him know why we were doing it, let him feel