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Offered the value of what they do, and the controversies that generally encompass them, and the violent people they occasionally confront, it is amazing that in the heritage of this country only 4 lively federal judges have been murdered.
Decide Raymond Fawcett has just become amount five.
Who is the Racketeer? And what does he have to do with the judge’s premature demise? His name, for the instant, is Malcolm Bannister. Job position? Former lawyer. Existing residence? The Federal Jail Camp in close proximity to Frostburg, Maryland.
On paper, Malcolm’s condition is not seeking much too superior these times, but he’s received an ace up his sleeve. He is familiar with who killed Decide Fawcett, and he is familiar with why. The judge’s body was uncovered in his remote lakeside cabin. There was no forced entry, no wrestle, just two useless bodies: Decide Fawcett and his young secretary. And a single substantial, condition-of-the-artwork, particularly safe secure, opened and emptied.
What was in the secure? The FBI would love to know. And Malcolm Bannister would love to explain to them. But anything has a price—especially details as explosive as the sequence of occasions that led to Decide Fawcett’s dying. And the Racketeer wasn’t born yesterday . . .
Absolutely nothing is as it looks and everything’s reasonable game in this wickedly intelligent new novel from John Grisham, the undisputed learn of the legal thriller.