En smakebit på søndag - Thirteen

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Just nu läser jag Thirteen av Steve Cavanagh. Det handlar om den före dette bedragaren Eddie Flynn som sadlat om till försvarsadvokat, och nu ska försvara Hollywoodstjärnan Bobby Solomon i vad som beskrivs som århundradets mordrättegång. Under rättegången väcks en misstanke hos Eddie: inte nog med att hans klient är oskyldig, kan det i själva verket vara så att den riktige mördaren sitter i juryn?

"I don't mean to be an asshole, Rudy. You're right. Most lawyers would kill to get that chair, but I'm not like most lawyers. From what I've read in the papers, and from what I've seen on TV, I think Robert Solomon murdered those people. And I'm not gonna help a murderer walk, no matter how famous he is, or how much money he's got. Sorry, my answer's no."
    Rudy still wore that five-thousand-dollar smile but he was looking at me sideways, and nodding slightly.
    "I get it, Eddie," said Rudy. "Why don't we call it an even quarter million?"
    "It's not about the money. I don't roll for the guilty. I've been down that road a long time ago. It costs more than money can buy," I said.
    A realization spread over Rudy's face, and he put the smile away for a while. "Oh, well, in that case we don't have a problem. See, Bobby Solomon is innocent. The NYPD framed him for the murders," said Rudy.
    "Really? Can you prove that? I said.
    Rudy paused. "No,' he said, 'But I think you can."