The author is a trial lawyer from Boston, who writes his novels while commuting on the city’s cross-harbour ferry. He also does some pro bono work defending wrongly convicted individuals – ideal material for an author, clearly.And here he has a woman who has been unfairly prosecuted by the army d...
It had hit no bone, as far as he could tell, but it was causing a significant amount of pain. Not enough to impair his ability to use his arm, but enough to piss him off. He was steering with his left hand as he kept the gun in his right hand aimed at Charlie Phelan. ‘I do...
Unknown Acknowledgments I would like to thank and acknowledge: All those who volunteer their time, effort, and dedication to the New England Innocence Project and similar organizations across the country; The lawyers I have had the privilege of working with on civil rights matters stemming from t...
He’d prepared himself for a lightning bolt of recognition; the staggering impact of a homecoming long delayed. It didn’t happen, though. The place had a gothic aura, no question, and the architectural style was suggestive of the supernatural. But th...
humidity. The programs, which Lydia Chapin had ordered from a posh stationery in Georgetown, and which were filled with inspirational passages from the New Testament, were appreciated more as makeshift fans than as guides to spiritual healing. Dressed in a simple dark gray suit, Sydney thought th...
There was no moon out that night, and a heavy layer of clouds blacked out the stars. The harbor was as dark as he’d ever seen it. He wondered briefly whether he was doing the right thing, but the thought was fleeting. He wasn’t someone who dwelled on such matters. “Do you ...
It’s a place that’s only a mile or so from my house, but not one that I frequent. The bartender is a guy who was a year behind me in school, and I nod to him as I walk in. He nods back. In this neighborhood that’s practically a hug. I take a seat at a table toward the back, facing out, so I can s...