Jury of One
Authors: David Ellis
“[A] terrific legal thriller…in the tradition of Scott Turow and even superstar John Grisham…The twists and turns are always surprising, the courtroom politics interesting, and the story a grabber from start to finish.”
—Toronto Sun
“He powers his latest legal thriller with a narrative engine that smashes through the barriers of coincidence and credulity, leaving readers breathless at the author’s audacity…As expected from past Ellis performances, there is a beautifully sustained trial sequence, with several surprises. But what really makes his third book so impressive are the human challenges he sets up and conquers.”
—Chicago Tribune
“A steady stream of twists and complications…a stunning Perry Mason–style courtroom shocker will knock readers right out of their seats. After they pick themselves up off the floor, the ensuing fast and furious revelations will have them flying through the final pages.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Ellis keeps the suspense bubbling at its highest peak. This first-class legal thriller is strongly recommended for all libraries where good writing, excellent character development, and exceptional trial strategies are appreciated.”
—Library Journal
“[A] twist sets the story’s last third spinning as Ellis tightens, then ties up, a solid case. Unlike the mob of hacks who want to be the next Grisham, Ellis is never glib, hackneyed, or tiresome. In style, plot, and character, he engages and entertains.”
—Kirkus Reviews
(starred review)
“The gladiatorial trial sequences are detailed and riveting…[Ellis’s] misdirection and plot twists will please fans of Bernhardt, O’Shaughnessy, or Margolin.”
—Booklist
Praise for the legal thrillers of David Ellis
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“Ellis balances plot, setting, pacing, characterization, and surprises in just the right measure to create a compelling high-stakes courtroom drama. He also takes time to explore the psyche of lawyers as Turow does so well.”
—Katy Munger,
The Washington Post
“Who does Ellis think he is—John Grisham? The answer to that has to be, Yes—with any luck. Ellis certainly writes as well as his Georgia colleague, and his plotting is even sharper.”
—Chicago Tribune
“Ellis sets a new standard with this superb legal thriller…[a] stunning ending.”
—Library Journal
“Chilling…a tale combining betrayal, tense courtroom drama, family tragedy, and a quick twist of surprise at the end. It was hard to put down.”
—San Antonio Express-News
“[The] tight plot and believable dialogue keep the pages turning…
Life Sentence
has a wallop of an ending.”
—The Santa Fe New Mexican
“This insider’s tale of political chicanery and extreme ambition is effectively told…a skillfully written crime story with some very believable characterizations. Recommended.”
—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
Praise for the Edgar
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Award–winning
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“The best suspense novel I’ve read in a while.”
—James Patterson, author of
3rd Degree
“A fresh take on the legal thriller. Crackles with unexpected twists.”
—San Francisco Chronicle
“Don’t think you can put
Line of Vision
down—you can’t. Dave Ellis won’t let you go, from the first tantalizing page to the final double twist.”
—Barbara Parker,
New York Times
bestselling author of
Suspicion of Madness
“The most original and exciting thriller I’ve read in a long time. Starts at a fever pitch and never lets up.”
—J. F. Freedman,
New York Times
bestselling author of
Above the Law
“
Line of Vision
is a wicked delight…David Ellis’s hero beguiles like Patricia Highsmith’s Ripley at his most devious. The story grabs, shakes, twists up, and won’t let go, all the way through to its deeply satisfying resolution.”
—Perri O’Shaughnessy,
author of
Unlucky in Law
“Almost continuous tension and a surprisingly sympathetic narrator. [Marty’s] struggle is compelling and the verdict a stunning surprise. Expertly written, intricately plotted, and, of course, highly entertaining.”
—St. Louis Post-Dispatch
“A spellbinding legal drama—sexy, seductive, and full of surprises—which features a fascinating if unreliable protagonist. This is the best first novel I’ve read in a good long time.”
—William Bernhardt,
author of
Hate Crime
Titles by David Ellis
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JURY OF ONE
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PROLOGUE
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FEELING HE
cannot escape: Someone is watching. He has no visual confirmation but it’s a sense, his gut telling him that he’s not alone as he stands on the street outside the athletic club on the commercial district’s southwest side. The bitter air of a February evening stings his sweaty body, the light wind shooting over the top of his long black coat and filling the space inside his sweatshirt. His fellow players have left in their various directions, to high-priced condos along the city’s lakefront or, in some cases, to student housing at whatever school they are attending. Not so for this young man. He will walk four blocks to the Austin bus that will transport him to the city’s south side, to his middle-class home.
He looks at his watch. It’s early. Seven-forty. Open gym at the City Athletic Club—every Wednesday night, the basketball courts can be used free of charge—officially ends at eight o’clock and usually goes to eight-thirty, but tonight the game broke up abruptly after a minor fracas between players turned into a heated altercation, enough so that the gym supervisor sent everyone home. He wasn’t a part of the fight. He wouldn’t feel so comfortable shoving or throwing punches; it’s a class thing, an issue of hierarchy. He’s not one of them. He’s not their age and he doesn’t have their pedigree. They are college kids and grad students, mostly, who live in nice housing their daddies are paying for. He’s a high-school kid with a good outside shot. He understands his place.
Not one of them. He’s not sure who he is anymore.
The streets on the southwest side are empty. It has been dark since five, and most of the professional buildings in the district are to the east and north, so it is quiet as he walks toward the bus stop. Quiet is not good, not anymore. These days, he prefers noise and company to drown out the howling in his head.
He hears it before he turns his head and sees it behind him, to the north. Squad cars are unmistakable even from a distance. This particular police vehicle is headed south on Gentry, toward him. The car has just crossed Bonnard Street, which puts it less than a block away from him. The boy finds it difficult to walk with his head craned back, but he will do what he can to be nonchalant. There is no reason to panic. He doesn’t know the officers’ intentions. More than likely, it’s a routine cruising. He’s a white kid in a long coat and sweats, obviously leaving the City Athletic Club after a game of hoops. They might not think anything of him. Or they might stop him. They might even ask him what’s in the gym bag he’s carrying. But he doesn’t know this, and he can’t react preemptively because that would draw suspicion, could turn a nonevent into something.