Praise for the novels of
KATE WILHELM
âSure to delight any legal-thriller fan.â
âPublishers Weekly on Sleight of Hand
âWilhelm claims a leading place in the ranks of trial suspense writers.â
âPublishers Weekly
âWilhelm creates a genuinely eerie atmosphere that pulls readers in and keeps them turning the pages.â
âBooklist on The Price of Silence
âThe smoothest mystery novel to come along in quite a while.â
âAssociated Press on Clear and Convincing Proof
âAs always, genre veteran Wilhelm creates a thought-provoking, complex plot that will keep readers interested.â
âBooklist on The Unbidden Truth
âHer carefully crafted approach to the legal thriller continues to separate Wilhelm from the competition.â
âPublishers Weekly on No Defense
âSensitive, thought-provoking, and involving, Death Qualified is an unqualified success.â
âLos Angeles Times Book Review
âWilhelm is a masterful storyteller whose novels have just the right blend of solid plot, compelling mystery, and great courtroom drama.â
âLibrary Journal
âBrilliantly plotted, lyrically written, alluring and magicalâ¦Wilhelmâs story is a wrenching masterpiece about love, loyalty, and lies.â
âBooklist on The Good Children
âEngrossing plot twistsâ¦â
âPublishers Weekly on Clear and Convincing Proof
The New York branch of the Farrell Publishing Group had six offices, a small reception room and enough books and manuscripts to fill a space triple the size it occupied. Much of the overflow was in Elizabeth Kurtzâs tiny office. Boxes were stacked on boxes and the filing cabinets were so packed that they were seldom opened, since it was almost impossible to remove a folder to examine its contents. On shelves and on the floor were stacks of dictionaries, science reference books and pamphlets. A bulletin board held so many overlapping notes and memos that some of them had yellowed and curled at the edges. The small sign on her door read: Elizabeth Kurtz Assistant Editor. That door had not been closed all the way in the three years that she had used the office on Mondays and Thursdays. The door would start to close, then stick, leaving a three-or four-inch gap. It had bothered her in the beginning, but she never thought of it any longer, and paid little attention to any activity in the hall beyond it.
That October day she was frowning at a sentence she was trying to unravel, something to do with paleontology, she assumed, since that was the subject of the manuscript.
The door was pushed open and Terry Kurtz entered and tried to close the door behind him. When it stuck, he gave it a vicious push, to no avail.
âWhat are you doing in here? Get out! Whatever youâre selling, Iâm not buying,â Elizabeth snapped, half rising from her chair.
âI have a proposition for you,â he said, and tried again to close the door. He cursed and kicked it when it stuck.
âIâm calling security,â she said, reaching for the phone. He rushed around the desk and grabbed her wrist, wrenching her hand back.
âJust shut up and listen,â he said in a low voice, keeping an eye on the door, holding her wrist in a numbing grip. âI just came from the hospital. Theyâre going to operate on Dad in the morning, emergency open-heart surgery, and they donât think heâll make it. He told me something. Mom left us alone for a couple of minutes and he told me. Taunted me with it.â
Elizabeth felt no more sense of loss or grief than Terry was showing. She tried to pull away from his grasp, and he tightened his hold and leaned in closer, whispering now. âWhen he found out you were pregnant, he assigned a share of the company to us, in both our names. He was going to hand it over when Jason was a year old and I was thirty-five, a present to celebrate my birthday, our marriage and a grandchild, but you spoiled it when you got on your high horse and kicked me out. He put the assignment away somewhere. Itâs still valid, except Mom will get her hands on whatever that document is and sheâll shred it faster than sheâll order his cremation. Iâve got his keys, and I intend to find it first. You have to help me.â
âI donât have to do anything,â she cried. âGet out of here and leave me alone!â
Voices in the hall outside her door rose as the speakers drew nearer. Terry released her wrist and straightened up, and she jumped from her chair and stepped behind it. Neither spoke until the voices faded, then were gone.
âIf you touch me again, Iâll have you arrested for assault!â she said.
âThat assignment means a hefty income for the rest of your life and Jasonâs if you sell it back tomorrow. And when the company sale goes through that amount will triple, quadruple! No more dingy office where the door wonât even close. You have to think what it will mean for our son.â