As part of the blog tour for Spider Games by K.J. McGillick, I have the honour of sharing an extract from the book with you all today. Many thanks to K.J. McGillick for allowing me to share this, and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to be a part of the tour.
How do you kill a spider?
Kate O’Brien is pure dedication; she believes in the justice system. This feisty, no-nonsense attorney works herself to the bone every day, tirelessly building her reputation and career. She is on the path to being a legal star. That is until her corrupt law partner, Bill Brown, a criminal defense attorney, achieves a degree of notoriety which attracts the interest of the Drug Enforcement Administration.
When the inconceivable happens, Bill is arrested, charged with multiple counts of drug trafficking and money laundering leaving the law firm in chaos. As Kate slowly digs her way out, what she finds sends her down a dark path that could lead to her imprisonment or death. Bill has meticulously set her up to pay for his malevolent crimes. His cohorts, fearing she knows too much, have marked her for death. Can she stay ahead of the FBI and unravel crimes that reach as far as China and Russia? Or will she need to assume a new identity to save her own life?
A fast-paced thriller that keeps you guessing until the end. Suspenseful crime fiction with twists and turns throughout this masterfully plotted novel keeps you on the edge of your seat. It may be read as a standalone and serves as the first book in the series, A Conspiracy of Betrayal.
I climbed the steps, making a note we had to get someone to paint them, the peeling paint was an embarrassment. When I pushed through the door, the annoying small bell tinkled, causing Bill to stick his head out from the conference room. This place had gone to hell in a handbasket.
“Good, you’re here,” he said, waving me toward him. “We are back here going over some things.”
“Great, let me just grab a cup of coffee and I’ll be right there,” I said.
“We’ve got a carafe in here and some donuts, just come on back,” he told me.
Things must be pressing as he had his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. One to stand on professional ceremony when clients were around, he normally wore a jacket and tie. And except for once, when a client killed himself mid-trial, I had never seen him with his hair out of place. Today he did not exactly look dishevelled, but something was off, he looked frazzled, worn out.
He signalled he was waiting for me to drop what I was doing and join the conversation. This was indeed unusual. Apparently, I didn’t move fast enough for his lordship as I received a subtle eyebrow raise, and with that encouragement; I picked up my pace.
“Kate, this is my old frat brother, Dr. Ashton Mayhew,” he said. “Ashton, this is my law partner, Kate. She will handle the bond hearing today, but I want to sit in on the initial meeting, so we are all on the same page. I’m due back at court in thirty minutes, and I know this may seem rushed but let’s get started.”
From the first moment you walk into a room, people make judgements about you. Are you attractive? Do you look smart and can play a particular part? This was no different. I felt Dr. Mayhew assessing me and I certainly was sizing him up. It was obvious that Ashton Mayhew either came from money or made a lot of it. At somewhere around six feet four, his suit had to be custom made because it fit to perfection. And custom made meant he spent a pile of money on it. He looked like a man who enjoyed taking care of himself, and I would go so far as to say he was a pampered man by the style of his hair and flawless skin.
He stood to shake my hand—firm, but not a double-clasp-fight-for-control handshake like some pushy salesperson or business mogul. But a solid squeeze to make sure the meaning behind it was clear—he held the power. As he sat back down and casually crossed one leg over the other, I could not help but notice his shoes, ones that I had seen in a boutique shoe shop for well over a thousand dollars. He had dropped a pile of money on some orthodontist to ensure that perfect smile. The man was likely the most put-together person I had ever seen, and I had to wonder what the hell he was doing here instead of hiring a white glove expensive criminal defence lawyer for his wife.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Dr. Mayhew,” I said as Bill handed me my coffee.
I felt his eyes sweep over me in an appraising manner. He need not have bothered. I was only in for round one, not for the fight.
“Have a seat, Kate, and let’s go over what we have,” Bill said and slid a stapled document my way.
“That is the preliminary police report,” he said.
“I know, I’ve already seen it,” I told him. “What I’d like to discuss is what’s not in the report.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
K. J. McGillick was born in New York and once she started to walk she never stopped running. But that’s what New Yorker’s do. Right?
As she evolved so did her career choices. After completing her graduate degree in nursing she spent many years in the university setting sharing the dreams of the enthusiastic nursing students she taught. After twenty rewarding years in the medical field she attended law school and has spent the last twenty-four years as an attorney helping people navigate the turbulent waters of the legal system. Not an easy feat. And now? Now she is sharing the characters she loves with readers hoping they are intrigued by her twisting and turning plots and entertained by her writing.
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