The Last Innocent Man
Phillip Margolin
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 006198387X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Defense attorney David Nash has made a career out of setting monsters free—and no one does it better. Now a case has come to "the Ice Man" that could help cleanse Nash of the guilt and doubts that torment him: that rarest of all defendants, an innocent man.
A family man, a rising star in the legal profession, this new client has been accused of a heinous crime—the brutal murder of an undercover vice cop. But the case that is supposed to be Nash's redemption could prove to be his downfall, dragging him into a dark and sinister world where lies and the truth are interchangeable; where the manipulator becomes the manipulated, and every answer spawns more complex and terrifying questions. And as the shadows close in around him, the final question that remains for David Nash concerns his own fate: life . . . or death?
“Goddammit,” he said, his voice rising, “you can’t change your story now. You’ll crucify me. “Say something. It’s your fault I’m here. Do you want to bury me now?” His voice rose in pitch and cut through her. She started to cry. Larry grabbed her roughly by both arms. His fingers dug into her flesh, hurting her. “Answer me, Jenny. Do you want me to die? Because that’s what’s happening to me here. I couldn’t stand prison, locked away. I can’t stand it now. The noise, the smells. This filth.”
and cold, and when the light didn’t go back on, I called again. I was feeling weak and I slumped down in the hole and I was leaning against the side of the hole on my stomach with my head and arms just over the rim. “I called again and this time I seen their shadow. They was about forty-five feet away near some trees and I yelled, ‘I’ve been shot,’ and they walked back. Zack said, ‘Let’s see,’ and he squatted on the edge of the hole and said he didn’t see nothin’, just a clot of dirt on my
you a photograph which has been marked as State’s exhibit five, and I ask you if you can identify that car for the jury.” “Certainly. This is our model 300SEL, 1991. It is beige in color.” “What does 300SEL mean?” “The 300SEL is a four-door sedan with a gas engine. Three hundred is the engine size. S means the car is one of our super-class models, the largest sedan we sell. E means the car has fuel injection. L stands for a long wheel base.” “Do you also sell a 300SE model?” “Yes, we do.
scoop, come to court this afternoon. My last witness is going to be a doozy.” Gault brightened. “Now, that’s the spirit. I’m givin’ you great press, buddy. Sorry again, Mrs. Stafford. Your husband’s got a great lawyer.” Gault left and the couple said nothing for a moment. Then Jenny asked David, “What’s going to happen this afternoon?” David felt a surge of excitement and smiled. “Oh, I’m going to hammer the final nail into the State’s coffin. But I don’t want to talk about that now. I want
planted shit on me, then made me stool to get rid of the rap. You made me sit through that court case and spend a lot of money on a lawyer. And you perjured yourself and broke the law. Why did you do all that shit? One reason, right? To get that poor honky Stafford. To nail his butt to the jailhouse door. Am I right?” “Go on, T.V. You either have something to say or you don’t. I don’t have all day.” “Oh, this won’t be no waste of your time, Ortiz. See, I wanted you to know that I lied. That