LEE’S WAY, A NOVEL IN PROGRESS
I’m a full time writer now, working on a new legal drama entitled LEE’S WAY. The heroine of my new book is a preeminent criminal defense attorney who is also a fifth-degree black belt in karate. At this point in her life—she’s a widow whose husband, a professional mountaineer, died five years earlier in an avalanche—the only thing that scares her is losing, which she can’t abide. The story centers on the heroine’s representation of a sixteen year-old skinhead who has confessed to participating in a “boot party” where a gay man was kicked to death. This could be the heroine’s last major case, and maybe it should be.
Taking on a serious, high-profile murder case was a lot like climbing in the death zone. You needed skill, strength, perseverance, great instincts, and a burning desire to reach the top—to win. Paul said you also needed help from the gods, which had obviously not been forthcoming on his last climb. When Marc and Bobby quit, they left with their heads held high, their reputations still intact. Lee was almost sixty, her body ached, and her new client was “cool” with spending his life in prison. What if she couldn’t settle the case and actually had to try it? Her last murder client was flawed, but at least he’d wanted to fight. The new kid just wanted to sleep. Which meant she’d be dragging him along behind her like a broken wagon. She shook her head, blew out a long worried breath. How did you know when the party was almost over—the optimum time to thank your host, grab your coat, and leave?