First Book in the Riley Russell Mystery Series, by L.C. Rooney
Riley Russell’s success as a freelance paralegal has allowed her to purchase a sweet little bungalow all her own where she can start over, six months after ending a twisted and tumultuous two-year relationship with collectibles dealer and local hotshot Chris Fiorelli.
With the ink barely dry on the mortgage papers, Riley’s biggest client, Harrington & Malloy, comes calling with what could be her highest profile case ever. But the decision to work on this defense team won’t be an easy one. The news is blanketing the airwaves: Chris is accused of murdering local heiress Stephanie Rudner, the woman who replaced Riley in his life. Only Riley knows that her ex’s “no priors” is on paper only, and she’s got the scars – both physical and emotional – to prove it. But a case is a case, and she’s got a mortgage payment coming due in mere weeks. With assurances from attorney Bill Harrington that he’ll handle all the face-to-face with Chris, Riley sets out to help prove the innocence of a man she knows is anything but.
As she weaves together the tenuous threads of a reasonable doubt defense, Riley learns that Stephanie’s murder is just the tip of a very large, very dark iceberg that looms over many of her hometown’s most influential families, as well as her own.
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