Judgment at Santa Monica
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- 5,49 €
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Description de l’éditeur
Hollywood stars, sunshine, stabbings . . . New Jersey prosecutor turned LA family lawyer Sandy Moss is back with a bang in the second book in this fun, witty and fast-paced cosy legal mystery series.
The last person family lawyer Sandy Moss expects to walk into her courtroom, right in the middle of a trial, is TV star Patrick McNabb: prime suspect in her first (and she hopes, last) murder case.
Sandy knows what Patrick’s like. Friendly, overconfident, dazzlingly handsome . . . and a well-meaning menace. But his request seems harmless enough. His dear friend Cynthia is getting divorced, and he thinks Sandy’s perfect for the job. She accepts – because he’s Patrick and there is no denying him.
But of course it’s not that simple. Soon Sandy’s tangled up in yet another murder – and Patrick, who’s currently playing a private detective on TV, believes he’s essential to solving the whole thing . . .
Fast-paced, funny and larger than life, with a joy of a protagonist who "could give Perry Mason a run for his money" (Kirkus Reviews), JUDGMENT AT SANTA MONICA is a perfect escapist read and a great choice for fans of legal mysteries and TV shows.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Copperman's terrific sequel to Inherit the Shoes finds attorney Sandy Moss, formerly an assistant county prosecutor in New Jersey, working for a prestigious L.A. firm specializing in family law. When TV actor Patrick McNabb, a friend of Sandy's and one of her firm's biggest clients, asks her to help movie star Cynthia Sutton with her divorce settlement, Sandy agrees to do so. A short time later, the police discover Cynthia, in shock and clutching a bloodied TeeVee award, at the Santa Monica home of art gallery owner Wendy Bryan, her deeply unpleasant mother-in-law, who has been stabbed to death with, as the police later determine, the TeeVee award. When Patrick declares that he and Sandy must find the real killer and offers his assistance—after all, he's playing a private detective in his new series—Sandy reminds him that's not their job. As Sandy builds Cynthia's defense, she becomes the target of a none-too-professional assassin. A truly witty narrator, Sandy peppers the text with sly, wry throwaway lines ("I reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer because wine wasn't going to make me burp and, after the day I'd had, I really wanted to burp"). This breezy book is a pure pleasure to read.
