Phillip Margolin - Supreme Justice

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New York Times bestselling author Phillip Margolin returns to the corridors of power in Washington, D.C., with an exciting thriller about a ghost ship and the President's nominee to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Sarah Woodruff, on death row in Oregon for murdering her lover, John Finley, has appealed her case to the Supreme Court just when a prominent justice resigns, leaving a vacancy.
Then, for no apparent reason, another justice is mysteriously attacked. Dana Cutler – one of the heroes from Margolin's bestselling Executive Privilege – is quietly called in to investigate. She looks for links between the Woodruff appeal and the ominous incidents in the justices' chambers, which eventually lead her to a shoot-out that took place years ago on a small freighter docked upriver in Shelby, Oregon, containing a dead crew and illegal drugs. The only survivor on board? John Finley.
With the help of Brad Miller and Keith Evans, Dana uncovers a plot by a rogue element in the American intelligence community involving the president's nominee to the Supreme Court, and soon the trio is thrown back into the grips of a deadly, executive danger.
With nonstop action, Supreme Justice picks up where Executive Privilege left off, putting readers right back where they were – on the edge of their seats.

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Daphne Haggard was a redhead with green eyes and freckles but without the stereotypical fiery temper. She’d been one of five officers in Chicago ’s police department with an Ivy League degree when she arrived in the Windy City after her husband was accepted into the PhD program at the University of Chicago. She had moved to Inverness when her husband was hired to teach history at Inverness University. Her law-enforcement career had been on the ascendancy, and the decision to move had been difficult, but not as difficult as her husband’s efforts to find a good job at a good college. Brett had been miserable working as an adjunct professor with no hope of tenure, who supplemented his income by teaching courses at a community college. Daphne loved her husband, and she’d been willing to make a sacrifice to see him happy.

Daphne’s business card identified her as the chief homicide inspector of the Inverness Police Department, but she was usually working on crimes that had nothing to do with dead people, because there weren’t many murders in Inverness, and it usually didn’t take much sleuthing to solve them when they did occur. Inverness had never been the scene of a bizarre serial killing, and no one could recall finding a murder victim sealed in the locked room of an eerie mansion. Once or twice a year, someone who had too much to drink would hit his wife too hard and too often, or a bar fight would end in tragedy, and Daphne would make the arrest. There was usually a teary confession and a slew of witnesses, and the skills she’d developed in the Chicago PD were rarely needed.

Early one Saturday afternoon, however, the Inverness Police Department received a call from a terrified coed concerning a body part she’d stumbled over in the forest surrounding the campus. Daphne, an officer, and a forensic expert met Tammy Cole at the trailhead. The coed was dressed in running shorts and a sports bra. Her complexion was ashen and her arms were wrapped around her body despite the unseasonably warm weather.

Daphne showed the frightened girl her credentials. “Miss Cole, I’m Detective Haggard. This is Officer Pollard and Officer McCall. Can you tell us what happened?”

The girl swallowed. “I usually go for long runs around this time of day. I run different routes. There’s a stream about five miles in on the trail I picked for today’s run. I got thirsty. The underbrush is thick in spots and I tripped over a root. When I…”

Cole stopped and took a deep breath.

“Take your time,” Daphne said.

“I threw out my hands to break the fall,” Cole said when she was calm enough to continue. “It was soft, not like ground. There were insects, and it smelled rancid.”

“What did?”

“I’ll show you.”

“It’s human,” Douglas McCall, the forensics expert, said after a brief examination.

The thigh presented Daphne with the only interesting case she’d had since she’d moved to Inverness-a chance to do some real detective work-but she suppressed her excitement for fear that McCall would think her ghoulish.

“Man or woman?” asked Daphne, who was squatting beside him.

“Tough to tell. Lots of men and women weigh in the neighborhood of 150 pounds, and their thighs would look similar after decomposition because the hair gets lost and the skin turns green, like it has here.”

“Isn’t there any way to tell who we’ve got? What about DNA?”

“You could send the thigh to NamUs, the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System. It’s run by the Department of Justice, and they have a database they use to identify missing persons.”

“How does that work?”

“We’d send a tissue sample to the University of North Texas, where they do the DNA testing. Their people can extract DNA from soft tissue, like the deep muscle in the thigh, and do nuclear testing on it.”

“Make it radioactive?”

McCall laughed. “I thought you were the cop with the Ivy League degree.”

“Spare me the wit. My degree’s in English lit.”

“Hey, that rhymes. I bet you aced poetry.”

“Fuck you, Doug,” Daphne answered with a grin.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive. Anyway, the term refers to the cell nucleus. That’s where they get the DNA from. You can do that type of testing with blood, hair. When they extract the DNA, they put the sample in their database and try to get a match. But it takes a while.”

“What’s a while?”

“If this was a high-priority case you could get them to act pretty fast, but I’m guessing, realistically, we’re talking three months at a minimum.”

“Shit.”

“Of course, the easiest way to do it is to find the rest of the body. Get me a hand, and we can print it; a pelvic bone, and I can give you the sex.”

Daphne studied the grisly evidence. Who are you? she wondered. Then she stood up and looked around. Normally she would have found the shushing sound the stream made and the deep green of the forest restful. Today the woods had become a sinister place where the rest of the unknown victim might be hidden.

Daphne dialed headquarters on her cell phone. It was lucky that they were in a quiet time of the year, because she was going to need a lot of help searching the woods for the rest of Mr. or Ms. X. They’d have to mobilize the Explorer Scouts, get some cadaver dogs from the state police. It would be a logistics nightmare.

Daphne briefed the chief and told him what she needed. It was only after she hung up that she remembered the weather forecast. A storm was coming in, the first of the year. If they didn’t find the rest of the body quickly, the parts might be buried under snow by tomorrow night.

Chapter Ten

Court had been in session, so Brad didn’t get a chance to talk to Justice Moss until late in the day. When he walked into chambers, the judge was writing a draft of an opinion in longhand on a yellow legal pad. A computer stood on a worktable in a corner of the room, gathering cobwebs because Moss, who maintained that she was an old dog who could not learn new tricks, insisted on working with pencil and paper as she had during much of her legal career.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Miller?”

Brad sat in a high-backed, black leather chair across from his boss. “Something odd happened, and I thought you should know about it.”

Moss laid down her pencil and gave Brad her full attention.

“Last night, I was working out in the gym, and Wilhelmina Horst, one of Justice Price’s clerks, struck up a conversation. During it, she mentioned that Price was upset about something you did in conference that concerned the Woodruff petition for cert. Then she asked me what you were going to do in the case.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her I didn’t know anything about the case, which is true. I wouldn’t have thought much about the conversation, except that earlier in the day, while I was eating lunch, Kyle Peterson, another of Price’s clerks, did the same thing. I told him what I told Horst, and he dropped the subject, but I had the distinct impression that they were trying to pump me for information about your vote on the cert petition.”

Justice Moss frowned and went quiet. After a bit, she looked across the desk.

“Justice Price and I had a disagreement during the conference, and the clerks probably overheard him venting. Thanks for telling me about the conversations, but I’m not concerned.”

Brad started to leave. He was halfway to the door when Justice Moss spoke again.

“Don’t mention this to anyone else, Brad. Millard shouldn’t have talked about something that went on in conference, and I don’t want anyone to know what goes on there.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve forgotten what happened already.”

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