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Excerpt of The Murder List by Hank Phillippi Ryan

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Forge Books
August 2019
On Sale: August 20, 2019
Featuring: Rachel North
304 pages
ISBN: 125019721X
EAN: 9781250197214
Kindle: B07GV9B15X
Hardcover / e-Book
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Thriller Legal, Suspense

"A cracker of a read—her best yet!" B.A. Paris. New York Times and USA Today best-selling author

"A fireworks display of a novel: exciting, explosive, relentless -- and likely to leave you gasping. Hank Philippi Ryan is that rare writer who, against impossible odds, tops herself with each new book, and The Murder List ranks as her very best to date." A. J. Finn NYT Bestselling author of The Woman in the Window

"An exhilarating thrill ride that keeps you turning pages. Ryan deftly delivers a denouement as shocking as it is satisfying." Liv Constantine, internationally bestselling author of The Last Mrs. Parrish

"Twisty, complex, dishy suspense! Hank Phillippi Ryan is unfailingly entertaining." William Landay, NYT best-selling author of Defending Jacob

"Utterly absorbing! Like a nesting doll, The Murder List contains secrets within secrets and twists within twists. Hank Phillippi Ryan is a master working at the top of her game." Riley Sager, New York Times bestselling author of The Last Time I Lied

"The Murder List is twisty, unpredictable, and utterly irresistible: Suspense at its finest." Jessica Strawser, author of Not That I Could Tell

Also by Hank Phillippi Ryan:

The First to Lie, July 2021
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The First to Lie, August 2020
Hardcover / e-Book
The First to Lie, August 2020
Trade Size / e-Book
The Murder List, February 2020
Trade Size / e-Book (reprint)
The Murder List, August 2019
Hardcover / e-Book
The Murder List, August 2019
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Trust Me, January 2019
Trade Size / e-Book (reprint)
Trust Me, September 2018
Hardcover / e-Book
Night Of The Flood, March 2018
Paperback / e-Book
Say No More, September 2017
Mass Market Paperback
Say No More, November 2016
Hardcover / e-Book
Drive Time, August 2016
Trade Size / e-Book (reprint)
Air Time, June 2016
Trade Size / e-Book (reprint)
Face Time, April 2016
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Prime Time, February 2016
Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
What You See, November 2015
Hardcover / e-Book
The Wrong Girl, September 2013
Hardcover / e-Book
The Other Woman, September 2012
Hardcover / e-Book
Drive Time, February 2010
Mass Market Paperback
Air Time, September 2009
Mass Market Paperback
Prime Time, July 2009
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book (reprint)
Face Time, October 2007
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Prime Time, June 2007
Paperback / e-Book

Excerpt of The Murder List by Hank Phillippi Ryan

Chapter 1

NOW

We never fight. Not in the past six years, as long as we’ve been married. Not even in the months before that. It isn’t that Jack is always right or I’m always right. Usually our disagreements are about things that don’t matter, so it’s easier and quicker for me to acquiesce. Jack’s a lawyer, so he likes to win. It makes him happy. And that’s good.  But now on a Saturday morning in May, sitting face-to-face across our breakfast table in sweats and ratty slippers, we’re definitely on the verge of a real fight. This time, the fight matters. This time I have to win.

“I forbid it,” Jack says.

I burst out laughing—all I can think to do—because “forbid” is such an odd word.

“Forbid?” I say the word, repeating it, diluting it, undermining it. “What’re you gonna do, honey, lock me in the castle tower? You’re not that much older than I am. Come on, sweetheart. Get real. Have some more coffee. Read your Globe.”

He doesn’t look up from the Metro section. “It’s absurd, Rachel,” he says into the paper. “That woman is evil. Plus, I can’t understand why you’d want to fill your brain with that kind of . . .” He shakes his head as he snaps a page into place, the newsprint crackling with his impatience. “Absurd. An exceedingly unwise decision on Gardiner’s part. And yours, too, Rach.”

I take a sip of dark roast to defuse my annoyance and to clear the looming emotional thunderstorm. I know his problem isn’t my summer internship in the Middlesex County District Attorney’s Office. Jack’s impatience with me is fueled by the headlines he’s reading, news stories that feature his name. Jack hates to lose. Especially in court. And especially to Assistant District Attorney Martha Gardiner. My new boss.

Martha Gardiner. The woman Jack usually refers to as “Satan in pearls.” He never laughs when he says it.

“Honey?” I soften my voice, knowing there are many ways to win. Law school is teaching me that.  “It’s only for three months. I’m required to do it. All the 2L students are, or we can’t be 3Ls. And then we can’t graduate. And there goes all that law-school tuition you’ve loaned me. Plus, we’ve planned the whole thing. We’re gonna be partners. You’ll get me on the murder list. And we’re a team. Your very own word. Remember?”

“Team? Certainly doesn’t feel like it. I thought you chose a side.” He lowers the paper, one inch, looks at me with narrowed eyes. “And not that side. Not hers.”

“But—” How do I handle this?  He pays the bills, at this point at least. As a student-- at 36, the world’s oldest law student--I have zero income. You’re my investment, he told me. I took it as a compliment. “But—”

“There are no ‘buts.’ Gardiner’s a predator. She maligns the law. Twists it. Corrupts it. Her every instinct is to destroy and defeat.” The newspaper barrier goes back up.

I can’t escalate this, so I’ll ignore the fact that prosecutors are supposed to be the champions of law and order. Jack’s oversensitive because Gardiner’s the one prosecutor who can beat him. My dear husband is not the most reliable narrator, though, and he’s probably exaggerating when he spins me stories about her disturbingly unfair and manipulative tactics. But Martha Leggett Gardiner is a touchy subject.

Jack’s frown, hidden by newsprint again, chilled me. I’ve seen that same expression in the courtroom, and it’s never a good sign for the witness he’s about to interrogate. But I’m not his witness. I’m his wife.

“I know you’re upset.” I decide on instant capitulation and a subject pivot. “But even you have to lose a case once in a while. Especially since your client, you know, did it.”

“That shouldn’t matter. Or are your profs holding back that tidbit until your third year?” Jack flaps the newspaper to a new page. Hiding the DORN DID IT headline I know is there. “That jury of morons wanted someone to be punished. And Gardiner had the judge in her pocket.”

“I know. It stinks. I know. It does.” This morning hadn’t been the optimum time to spring the Gardiner situation on him, but it’s the only time. Harvard had emailed the final 2L internship assignments to us late last night, and our jobs start this coming Wednesday. I could hardly hide reality, and, besides, I’m excited. Nervous but excited. Still, life’s a juggle when your husband is cranky.

Jack’s old plaid Saturday shirt is buttoned wrong, his hair like windblown straw. He’s bitter over every courtroom loss, so we’ve ridden out a few iterations of this before. The second newspaper headline reads jury to jack kirkland: drop dead. I’d almost hidden the paper from him, a gesture in affectionate futility.

“But it was a murder-list case,” I say. Maybe I can provide some comfort, or some logic. “Marcus Dorn was lucky to have the state appoint you as his attorney. You can’t help it if your key witness decided to vanish. Plan the appeal, honey, you’ll win. You’re the best defense lawyer in Boston. Or anywhere.”

“Appeals take years.” Jack stands, tosses the paper to the floor, paces to the window. Our tiny garden’s perennials are flourishing in this spring’s incessant rain, but I figure he’s not thinking about peonies or pink thyme. He’s replaying that verdict. He truly cares about justice, defending his clients, even the ones he knows are guilty. It’s one of the reasons I married him. And he almost always wins. Another reason.

“Martha Gardiner’s doing this to screw with me,” Jack says, turning back to me. “Like she tries to every damn day in court. She’s using you, Rachel. Are you too naïve to see that? This is about me. Can you possibly have some misguided notion that this is about you?”

I take a deep breath. “I’ll only be working with her for the summer. And then I’ll be back with you. Against her. She can’t win against both of us.”

No answer.

Okay, then. In the silent tension, I’ll tell him my plan. The truth. “Honey? I’m doing this for us.  It’s the perfect strategy. I’ll work with her. I’ll learn her methods and techniques. It’s like opposition research, scoping out the competition from the inside. The more I understand her prosecution, I more I can structure our defense. See? It’s brilliant.” 

No answer. It’s risky, I know that.  Such is life.

 

 

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