Presumed Innocent

Presumed Innocent

Scott Turow

Language: English

Pages: 496

ISBN: 1455500402

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Hailed as the most suspenseful and compelling novel in decades, PRESUMED INNOCENT brings to life our worst nightmare: that of an ordinary citizen facing conviction for the most terrible of all crimes. It's the stunning portrayal of one man's all-too-human, all-consuming fatal attraction for a passionate woman who is not his wife, and the story of how his obsession puts everything he loves and values on trial--including his own life. It's a book that lays bare a shocking world of betrayal and murder, as well as the hidden depths of the human heart. And it will hold you and haunt you...long after you have reached its shattering conclusion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

toward the skyline, not really focused on it. “Kumagai is not a pleasant individual. A jury will not warm to him. Something will suggest itself. In the meantime,” Stern says, looking back to me abruptly, “what was this blunder I almost made? Something awful would have been disclosed when I asked how you and Horgan met?” “I didn’t think you wanted the jury to hear about how the Yugoslavian freedom fighter went to federal prison.” “Your father? Oh dear. Rusty, I must apologize to you for that

seldom wore; the knot was a kind of crumbled mess pulled off to the side, and his shirt was soiled around the collar. He did not seem to fill his chair, or even his clothing. He looked at his feet on the floor. He appeared much older than he was. And terribly afraid. I do not believe I had ever seen my father visibly frightened before that. His almost invariable mien was of a rough-tempered, sullen indifference. I did not wonder what produced the change. My father seldom spoke to me about his

couldn’t walk out on him. He’s having a great time.” Raymond points. “Look at him up there. The chief mourner.” Raymond as usual cannot contain himself about Bolcarro. I look around, hoping we have not been overheard. I chuck my face toward the young man seated beside the mayor. “Who is the kid?” I ask. I do not think I have understood Horgan’s answer, and I lean closer. Raymond brings his face right to my ear. “Her son,” he says again. I stand up straight. “Grew up with his father in New

given to myself while I was marching down the hallway, the juvenile rush of sensation I feel when I see Nico in the P.A.’s chair astonishes me. I am immobilized by anger, jealousy, and revulsion. Nico has assumed a perfect proprietary air. He has removed his suit coat and his face is gravely composed, an expression which I know Nico well enough to realize is completely affected. Tommy Molto is sitting beside him, his chair somehow dropped a few inches back into the room. It strikes me that Tommy

there, I thought every time I breathe he goin to slice me open. All right, ma‘am. Nico was about to move on, when I, seated at counsel table, handed him a note. That’s right, said Nico, I forgot. Did he have a climax, ma’am? Sir? Did he have a climax? No, sir. He be drivin a Ford Fairlane. Delay never smiled. Judge Farragut was laughing so hard that he hid under the bench, and one of the jurors, literally, rolled out of his seat. Nico never even quivered. ‘And after they came back NG,’ I

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