Buried Evidence
Chapter One
God, I want this maniac!" Lily Forrester said, her voice bouncing off
the colorful tiled floors and decaying stucco walls. The Santa Barbara
courthouse was a beautiful but ancient structure that would
have served better as a museum than a processing house for justice.
"Why did you ask Judge Orso to meet with us this early?" Matt Kingsley
asked his supervisor, a tall, lanky woman with freckles and curly red
hair. Lily didn't look old enough to have a daughter in her second year of
college. One of the most impassioned prosecutors in the county, she
whipped around the office with nonstop energy, putting the younger attorneys
to shame. In many ways, such intensity was frightening. Of course,
anyone would get excited about the crime they were presently handling.
... read full excerpt from Buried Evidence ebook
