This time MG leads us away from the more regularly used kind of lawyer to one just scraping by, not a high-flyer or part of a big firm or on a big case. Just an everyday kind of guy who gets dragged in to something possibly beyond his immediate scope. I didn't quite feel for the main character in...
Not as good as his previous books in my opinion. A big portion of this book is dedicated to the political activities of the Texas Governor, and while I don't mind that in principal it is not really fascinating the way it is handled by the author. Rather boring I am afraid to say. I would certainl...
Probably more 2.5 stars than a straight 2. I have never read any of Mark Gimenez' previous books and so cannot compare but, having looked at reviews, can only assume that they must be better than this one. This one is far too lng (541 pages) for a lightweight story that could have been told in le...
What an adventure! Mark Gimenez does a fantastic job in developing the characters and the story, and builds up to a brilliant finale. More importantly, it is extremely enlightening in terms of general knowledge and particularly, the oil and gas sector. Thoroughly enjoyed reading it. It gets a bit...
3.5 stars This enjoyable thriller reads a lot like a John Grisham novel with a dash of Perry Mason thrown in. Dallas lawyer A. Scott Fenney was a star football player in college. This helped propel him into his job as an attorney at the elite Ford Stevens law firm where he happily learned less-...
Ben stood at the door to the command post. Agent Devereaux was gone, as were most of the agents. The young female FBI agent he had met—Jorgenson, he thought—sat at one computer station, telephone headset on, talking and typing. But the intensity level of the command post had noticeably decreased,...
I always ran at that time, as soon as the school bell rang. It was my daily run, like the lady who lives across the street jogs every morning at seven. I don't think I'd like to run that early. Of course, I didn't really like to run at this time either. But I had no choice. I was being chased. I ...
He reached over and smacked the radio across the room, but it was just a symbolic gesture. He was awake. He tried to sit up, but the movement sent a sharp pain ricocheting around his skull like a pinball.A dozen Coronas sure packed a wallop.His head ached from the beers and his body from the fall...
So when Judge John Beck Hardin climbed the spiral staircase to the second floor of the Gillespie County Courthouse at nine that Friday morning, he entered a nearly vacant courtroom. It was his fifth day on the job. He sat behind the bench. The D.A. occupied the prosecution table, and Bruno Stutz ...