Nothing but the Truth (Dismas Hardy, Book 6)

Nothing but the Truth (Dismas Hardy, Book 6)

John Lescroart

Language: English

Pages: 656

ISBN: 0451202856

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

When San Francisco attorney Dismas Hardy gets a call saying his wife never picked the kids up from school, he’s worried. Frannie’s a great mother. Turns out there’s a good explanation: she’s in jail.

Unbeknownst to her husband, Frannie has just appeared before a grand jury--and refused to share a crucial piece of information about her friend Ron, who’s accused of killing his wife. Now it’s up to Dismas to race the clock and find a culprit, all the while wondering: Why would his wife go to jail to protect another man? Who really killed Bree Beaumont--and why? He’s looking for the truth. But he’s not quite sure he wants to find it…

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submit for typing downstairs, and he left it with the early morning staff at word processing, then took the stairs two at a time back to the work that waited for him. The xeroxed pages of Griffin’s notebook. Griffin had been working on a number of homicides at the time of his death. Snatches from each of them were scattered on each page—names, dates, addresses. Arrows for connections. Exclamation points. Phone numbers. In his previous passes through the pages, whenever Hardy had run across a

name that didn’t appear elsewhere in some other file on Bree Beaumont, he’d assumed it was from one of the other cases. It was tedious and inexact, but he had to eliminate based on some criterion, and this had seemed as reasonable as any. This morning, though, he resolved to read it all through again. Things had changed. And if Damon Kerry had a connection to Baxter Thorne that Griffin had been aware of, he wanted to know about it. Hardy hadn’t even heard of Thorne or FMC the last time he’d read

there?” Hardy wasn’t sure—a lot of things involving Frannie were in doubt lately—and he said so. “Well, if she would that might get us to first base. Then maybe we hit Randall, or Pratt, but that’ll be a tough nut, too.” “Glitsky’s already working on that.” Freeman shook his head. “You think a police lieutenant is going to persuade Randall to let somebody out of jail? A lieutenant, I might add, who somehow got himself out of the loop on this particular homicide, didn’t even know the grand

know if he’s got political ambitions.” “Why’s that?” Freeman regarded Hardy as though he were a slow five-year-old. “If he is, we use the media. Call a press conference and make him look like an unreasonable, detestable, miserable son of a bitch keeping a good mother from her loving family. But there’s a flaw with that, too.” “Which is?” “Your typical prosecutor, it makes his day to keep mothers from their families. As you know.” Hardy used to be a prosecutor and he remembered. It wasn’t

assumptions on my work on the petroleum side, looking in different directions as he’d say, it’s really been . . . I guess you’d say an education.” Valens nodded. “Which is funny, given that I’m considered an expert on all of these issues.” A shrug and an attempt to smile. “Well, you saw the light, that’s all.”“ But she shook her head. “I don’t know what I saw really. I think, other than just being so hurt that I’d been misled by people I trusted and mad at myself for being so stupit—I mean,

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