This book is billed as a legal thriller, but merely perpetuates stereotypes of blacks, Jews and red-neck Southerners. It starts with a bloody murder of the Judge and his young wife, who are the owners of Cottoncrest, a still thriving plantation following the American Civil War. It appears to be a murder suicide, but the local sheriff suspects otherwise. Throughout the book, the author tosses out legal terms that are unique to Louisiana. I never cared about any of the characters.
0 Stars
Read: September 28, 2014
