James Grippando - Beyond Suspicion

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After six exciting thrillers in seven years, bestselling author James Grippando is at last bringing back the main character from his blockbuster debut novel, The Pardon. Miami lawyer Jack Swyteck is in trouble. With more than a decade of experience in the criminal courts, Jack doesn't handle many civil cases. But this one is different. His exgirlfriend is being sued because she thought she was going to die. When Jessie Merrill was diagnosed with a deadly disease, she worked a deal with an insurance company to get cash fast. In exchange, a group of wealthy investors were supposed to collect on the policy at her death. But Jessie was misdiagnosed, and the investors want their money back. Now. At the trial, Jack pulls off a brilliant victory and Jessie gets to keep the USD1.5 million from the investors. Two days later, her body turns up in Jack's bathtub. As the evidence mounts against him, Jack finds himself on a collision course with dark secrets from the past and a possible killer who is beyond suspicion.

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“That’s a whole ‘nother thing.

“What the hell am I thinking, anyway? I’m a criminal defense lawyer. I don’t do my reputation any good by ratting on my own clients.”

“Listen up. What you do with the information once you get it ain’t my department.”

“You think I want to get even with her, don’t you? That I want to nail my ex-girlfriend for playing me for a fool?”

“All I’m asking is this: Do you want to know for a hundred percent certain if the bitch stuck it to you or not?”

Their eyes locked. Jack knew better than anyone that Theo had ways of getting information that would have impressed the CIA.

“Come on, Swyteck. You didn’t drive all the ways over here just to talk to Theo and drink a beer. Do you want to know?”

“It’s not about revenge.”

“Then why bother?”

He met Theo’s stare, and a moment of serious honesty washed over them, the way it used to be when staring through prison glass. “I just need to know.”

“That’s good enough for me.” Theo reached over the bar and shook Jack’s hand about seven different ways, the prison-yard ritual. “Let’s get to it, then. We’ll have some fun.”

“Yeah,” said Jack, raising his beer. “A blast.”

7

Theo slammed the V-8 into fifth gear. The car almost seemed to levitate. Jack smiled from the passenger seat. No one could get his thirty-year-old Mustang to hum the way Theo could. Not even Jack.

“When you gonna give me this car?” asked Theo.

“When you gonna buy me a Ferrari?”

“I can get you a sweet deal on a slightly used one. You won’t even need a key to start it.”

Jack gave him a look, not sure he was kidding. “Some things I don’t need to know about you, all right?”

Theo just smiled and downshifted as they turned off the highway and into Coconut Grove. Jack held on, trying not to land in Theo’s lap as he dug his ringing cell phone from his pocket. He checked the display and recognized the incoming number. He wasn’t in the mood to talk, but this was one call he never refused.

“Hello, Abuela .”

It was his grandmother, an eighty-two-year-old Cuban immigrant who, once or twice a week, would drop by his office unannounced to deliver excellent guava-and-cream-cheese pastries or little tazas of espresso straight from Little Havana. Her specialty was a moist dessert cake called tres leches. Not many people expected a guy named Jack Swyteck to have an abuela. It was especially interesting when Anglos would confide in him and say they were moving out of Miami to get away from all the Cubans. Funny, Jack would tell them, but my abuela never complained about too many Cubans when she was growing up in Havana.

He listened for nearly a solid minute, then finally cut in. “ Abuela, for the last time, you did not invent tres leches. It’s Nicaraguan. We’re Cuban. Cubano: C-U-B-A-N-O. Comprende?… We’ll talk about this later, okay?… I love you. Bye, mi vida.

The car stopped at a traffic light. Jack switched off the phone only to find Theo staring at him. “You and Julia Child going at it again?”

“My grandmother is the laughingstock of Spanish talk radio. She’s been phoning in every afternoon to tell the world how she invented tres leches .”

“Tres leches?”

“It’s a cake made with three kinds of milk. White frosting on top. Very moist, very sweet.”

“I know what it is. It’s fucking great. Your grandmother invented that?”

“Hardly.”

“Except I hate when they put those maraschino cherries on top. I bet that’s not part of the original recipe. Call your abuela, let’s ask her.”

“She did not invent it, okay? It’s Nicaraguan.”

The light turned green. Theo punched the Mustang through the intersection. “You know, I think I read somewhere that maybe tres leches isn’t from Nicaragua. Some people say it was invented by a Cuban lady in Miami.”

“Don’t start with me.”

“I’m serious. It might even have been in the Herald . Long time ago.”

“Since when do you read the food section?”

“Try spending four years on death row. You’ll read the TV Guide in Chinese if they’ll give it to you.”

Jack massaged his temples, then tucked the phone back into his pocket. “Why do I even try to argue with you?”

After two minutes on Bayshore Drive they made a quick turn toward the bay and crossed the short bridge to Grove Isle condominiums. Grove Isle wasn’t quite as chic as it was in its heyday, back when beautiful young women used to crash at poolside to meet rich young men or even richer old men. But it was still an exclusive address in an unbeatable setting. A short walk or bike ride to shops and restaurants in Coconut Grove, balconies with killer views of Biscayne Bay and downtown Miami in the distance.

Sandra Marsh lived alone in the penthouse apartment in Building 3. It was one of the many things she stood to acquire in the impending divorce from her husband of twenty-four years, Dr. Joseph Marsh. It had taken Theo just twenty-four hours to get through to her. It had taken all of thirty seconds on the phone to talk her into a meeting.

All he had to do was mention money and her soon-to-be-ex-husband.

They valeted the car and checked in with the security guard, who found their names on the guest list and directed them to the pool area. It was two-thirty in the afternoon. Palm fronds rustled in the warm breezes off the bay. As promised, Mrs. Marsh was dressed in a red terry-cloth robe and a big Kaminski sun hat, reclining on deck in a chaise lounge that faced the water, recovering from her two-o’clock deep-tissue massage.

“Mrs. Marsh?” said Jack.

She opened her eyes, tilted back her hat, and looked up from beneath the broad brim. She checked her Rolex and said, “My, you boys are prompt. Please, have a seat.”

Jack sat on the chaise lounge facing Mrs. Marsh. Theo remained standing, his eye having caught an attractive sunbather in a thong bikini with a rose tattoo on her left buttock. Jack started without him.

“Mrs. Marsh, I’m Jack Swyteck. I was the lawyer for a woman named Jessie Merrill.”

“I know you and your case. I have plenty of friends who keep me abreast of my husband’s going-ons.”

“Then you also know he was a witness.”

“I know he was the doctor for that woman.”

“Do you know that woman ?” he asked, pronouncing the words the same way she had.

“What does that have to do with anything? Your friend told me this was about some financial dealings of my husband.”

“It could be. But it depends, in part, on the nature of his relationship with Ms. Merrill.”

“She was his little slut, if you call that a relationship.”

“I do,” said Theo.

Jack shot him a look that said, Get serious. “How long was that relationship going on?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did it start before or after she started seeing him as a patient?”

“I didn’t find out about it until sometime after. But I can’t say it wasn’t going on longer.”

“Did Jessie have anything to do with the two of you splitting up?”

She stiffened. “These questions are getting way too personal.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, I’m not,” said Theo. “Look, lady, here’s the bottom line. Mr. Swyteck here has to dance around the issue like a fly on horseshit because he thinks he still owes some loyalty to Jessie Merrill. Well, you and I don’t have the same worries, so can we talk straight?”

“That depends on what you want to know.”

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