Directed Verdict
Randy Singer
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 1414331541
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Saudi Arabia, two American missionaries are targeted by the infamous religious police―Muttawa. The man is tortured and killed; his wife arrested on trumped-up charges before being deported to the United States. Compelled by the injustice of her plight, young attorney Brad Carlson files an unprecedented civil rights suit against Saudi Arabia and the ruthless head of the Muttawa. But the suit unleashes powerful forces that will stop at nothing to vindicate the Arabian kingdom. Witnesses are intimidated and some disappear; jurors are bribed; and a member of Brad’s own team may be attempting to sabotage the case. As Brad navigates a maze of treachery and deception, he must gamble his case, his career, and the lives of those he loves on his ability to bring justice to one family, challenge the religious intolerance of a nation, and alter the course of international law. Directed Verdict is a Christy Award–winning novel.
sir?” “Objection,” Strobel said. Brad rolled his eyes. “Dr. Rydell is not a toxicologist and therefore should not be allowed to give opinion testimony on this subject.” “I tend to agree with Mr. Strobel,” Ichabod said, to nobody’s surprise. “Your Honor,” Brad pleaded, “he was the physician at the base hospital who personally treated Dr. Reed just prior to his death. Certainly he can give opinions as to the cause of that death based on what he observed.” “May we approach?” Strobel asked.
from one brother to the other and smiled at her good fortune. Rasheed, the older brother, was taller by about two inches, and about ten pounds heavier. But their similarities swallowed their differences. Same athletic builds, same prominent noses, same huge deep-set eyes underlined by large circles. The male genes in the Berjein stock were strong and distinctive. Nikki tried to imagine Hanif with a haircut and no beard. She looked at Rasheed, then back to Hanif one more time. “It’s time to use
off. “Or what?” Leslie insisted. “Or drop the case in order to protect these innocent church members,” Brad concluded. “We can’t give them the names,” Sarah said firmly. “Dozens met with us on nights other than Fridays that the Muttawa do not know about. Charles died rather than divulge those names. I would do the same.” Sarah’s uncharacteristic bluntness generated a long silence. A sickened Leslie was unable to speak. “Then we’ll have to win the motion to compel,” Brad said at length, “and
a denim shirt. “Brad, my man,” he said and gave Brad an enormous bear hug. “Why this sudden urge to slum it and meet in my office?” “Just wanted to see what ‘uptown’ looks like.” “You are the personification of ‘uptown,’ Mr. Bradley Carson, attorney at law, proud owner of a Dodge Viper, and landlord of the estate on the river.” O’Malley bowed deeply. “May I kiss the ring?” “Give me a break.” “Just don’t forget us little people.” “That’s why I’m here. I want to hire one of the little
not relevant. Not relevant. Now move on to something that is or sit down so the witness may be cross-examined.” “May I at least explain the basis for asking the questions?” Brad asked, a trace of sarcasm in his words. “No.” Bennett smirked and sat down. Brad’s eyes locked on Ichabod as he planned his next line of attack. His next question dripped slowly from his mouth, but he kept his stare fixed on the judge, daring her to rule the question out of order. “The statute requires that you