One Tough Avenger
Shannon Coyle was in a hurry. The truth was, Shannon Coyle was pretty much always in a hurry. She'd been born that way, according to family lore. Exited her mother's uterus early, walked early, talked early, skipped a grade in school, made it through college in three years and law school in two. It was just the way it was—some had an excess of energy, not to mention brains, and she was one of them.Right now, Shannon was hurrying along Pacific Avenue, barely aware of the typical early morning dusting of coastal fog, on her way to open up the doors of the Last House on the Block, the small storefront she'd founded two years earlier. It offered legal and other services to the indigent and the powerless, and her position as its sole full-time lawyer carried a lot of responsibility with it.
And did she need to play catch-up this morning! She'd taken three days off—totally unlike her—for a family celebration up in Santa Barbara. Now here it was, six-thirty on Tuesday morning, and she was at least a day behind. She made a mental list as she hurried along: two petitions to file with the court, investigations to get under way, a new summer intern to supe ... read full excerpt from One Tough Avenger ebook
