By Arthur Jay Harris. Marie Luskin answered the door for a florist's delivery, and found a gunman instead. A bitter divorce among the wealthy leads to "an outrageous courtroom circus fueled by revelations of jealousy, illicit sex, drug-dealing," hitmen, money-laundering...the usz.
The writing of this one is, if you'll forgive the term, florid, but the book itself is in good shape, despite some creasing to the spine and rubbing to the cover in spots. Spine is straight, though, and the pages are clean (a couple dings to the outside); a great reading copy if you're sick of those quotidian harmless lies.