Case in Question

Herb Hamlet

Description

Elaine Slater has just left her abusive chief justice husband of many years. She obtains a position with barrister Henry Flannagan who is opening a new practice after being disbarred. There is immediate chemistry, later consumated. Henry takes a client, abused in prison. The client is later killed - wife becomes the plaintiff. The trial and a plot to kill Henry. Elaine becomes pregnant, her greatest wish in life. Leaves Henry after an off-hand remark. He is devastated as he desperately loves her. How can they resume their lives and raise their child togather?

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 22 juin 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781785386527
• Langue: English

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A Case in Question
Herb Hamlet




First published in 2017 by
House of Romance
www.houseofromancebooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
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© Copyright 2017 Herb Hamlet
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.



Prologue
“You hired a private detective to have me followed?” Keith’s scowl deepened. “Why the hell would you do that, Elaine?”
“The way you treat me, I suspected there may be someone else, another woman.”
He brutally gripped her arm. “How dare you! And what did this so-called detective have to say?”
Elaine swallowed, ignoring the pain from his vice-like grip, and pressed on. She was still shocked to the core. “He said you’re visiting prostitutes where you play out your power fantasies with them.”
Keith’s temper was close to the surface now. She saw it burning in his eyes. “Why you...if this got out...” He pushed her back onto the divan, towering over her. He raised his hand and slapped her back and forth across the face until she tasted blood. Her senses reeled as she watched him stand back to sneer down at her. She knew he was an egomaniac. The sense of power he held over her, and the hapless individuals forced to confront him in court, were his lifeblood. But she was determined this time. She lifted a hand to her mouth as she rose to her feet.
“That’s the last time you’ll ever hit me, Keith, you cowardly mongrel.”
“And what are you going to do about it Elaine, you stupid bitch? You brought this upon yourself, hiring that detective.” He lifted his hand again as if to strike her, then let it drop to his side. “And you’ll never learn to shut your mouth, will you?”
“You are a senior judge, you sentence wrongdoers. Yet you’ve assaulted me for years.” She stood her ground.
“I thought I told you to shut the hell up.”
Her normally soft features set as hard as stone. “I’m leaving you, Keith. After all these years of abuse, I’ve had enough.” Disgust flickered over her face. “To think I once loved you.”
She watched his teeth clench in rage. “If you ever leave, I’ll track you down and drag you back screaming if I have to. This is no idle threat. I can use the resources of the Queensland Police Department. I am the chief justice of this state, and you know what power that gives me.” His visage turned ice cold. “No one else will ever have you, do you understand? I am the law in Queensland. You have nowhere to go.” He removed his briefcase from the table and strode to the front door. “Remember what I said.”
Elaine winced at the sound of the door slamming. She’d sworn to leave him on numerous occasions but this time she meant it. Intent on escaping a tyrannical husband obsessed with his own importance, she went upstairs and packed her belongings. A couple of days before, she had made inquiries at a women’s refuge and now called a taxi to take her. He won’t be able to hurt me there.
***
The shelter manager, Sharon, handed Elaine a cup of coffee. “We have a solicitor who volunteers her time. She’ll help you through the divorce. It won’t matter that your husband is a judge. If he makes trouble, we’ll threaten to expose him to the media.”
The divorce went through easier than Elaine had expected. She never sought maintenance payments. She wanted nothing whatsoever more to do with him. Her twenty year marriage to Keith had been a nightmare. Oh, it had been blissful at the start. The first few years he had been loving, kind and attentive. As his career blossomed, scaling the ladder from solicitor to barrister, and finally a controversial appointment by the State Government to judge, the violence escalated. Her marriage, apart from the first few years, was a sham, and Elaine found it difficult to cope, feeling guilt and shame, even though she could not see what she could have done to make things better. The time had now arrived for her to get on with her life. She had very little savings, thanks to Keith. He’d made sure she was completely dependent on him. She would have to get a job. And I’ll resume my law degree, she vowed to herself.
With the help of Sharon from the refuge, she moved into a cheap unit. True to his word, Justice K. Slater did track her, and even tried to break down the security door of her apartment. The matter was reported to the police, however, no action was taken.
***
The last day of Henry Flanagan’s five year suspension finally arrived - so long. Reinstated as a member of the Bar at the age of fifty-one, he was once again able to practice law in his own right. With limited resources, he set up his barrister’s practice in a small two room office on the third floor of a run-down inner Brisbane office building. He needed someone to carry out the administrative functions of the practice, so he advertised for a senior legal office assistant. The day after the vacancy closed, he found there were twenty-one applicants. He began wading his way through them, taking notes as he proceeded. I hate this. By the interview date, he’d narrowed it down to four and he called the potential assistants and set up appointments.
In spite of her claims, Henry was quickly able to determine the first applicant didn’t have sufficient legal experience to carry out the complex duties of the position. The middle-aged woman bluffed her way through the entire interview. The next girl giggled loudly at every question he asked, while the young applicant following seemed too immature, and was poorly groomed. Henry was also less than impressed with the metal stud in her nose. That would make a nice impression on my older clients, he thought. He was ready to tear his hair out. Although a top barrister, he felt out of his depth conducting job interviews. At noon, he heard the expected knock at his door. Probably another waste of bloody time
He lifted his head and his mouth hung open in genuine surprise. He riveted his eyes on the beautiful, well groomed woman who’d entered his office. In her youth, he thought she must have been a sensational looking woman. In fact, her loveliness still blossomed in the approach of middle age. Of average height, small boned, and extremely graceful, she walked toward his desk. He liked everything about her, her walk, her carriage, the friendly quizzical look she carried in her eyes, sent out a message of intelligence, competence and self-assurance. Her lovely face was a combination of striking features, blended into a wonderfully soft whole; open and guileless; wide alive grey eyes, a small sharply etched nose and full lips set in a warm smile. Her thick honey blonde hair hung below her shoulders, full and casual. She was smartly dressed in a light grey, long-sleeved business jacket , crisp white blouse beneath the jacket and matching knee length skirt. His eyes traveled down her shapely legs to the black high heel pumps. A black leather handbag hung from the crook of her arm, and she carried her matching kid gloves in her hand. The moment he set eyes on her, Henry experienced an instant urge to reach out and touch her. “Elaine Slater?” He almost spluttered as he rose, pointing to a straight backed chair in front of his desk. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m Henry Flanagan.”
“How do you do, Mr. Flanagan?” She offered her hand.
Taking her warm, but firm handshake, Henry felt a charge of electricity surge through him. It shook him to his core. She gracefully positioned herself in the chair, placing her briefcase on the carpeted floor at her feet. “Right,” he stammered, thoroughly flummoxed. Gazing into her eyes, for a long moment, he found himself lost for words, a new experience for him. “I have your application and you appear to have the necessary qualifications for the position.” He cleared his throat. “I assume you’re computer literate and you possess the necessary keyboard skills?”
“Of course, Mr. Flanagan.” The answer was cool and self-assured.
“Let’s concentrate on your legal experience first. Fill me in.” He looked up expectantly.
She took a deep delicate breath. “I studied law at the University of Queensland for almost three years before leaving my course to get married. My ex-husband was a barrister before being appointed to the judiciary.” Bitterness tinged her voice. “So I have considerable experience where the law is concerned.”
The words almost sent him reeling backward. His eyes narrowed. “You were married to Chief Justice Slater?”
“Yes.” She looked away guiltily before quietly adding, “I hope you won’t hold that against me.”
“No, of course not.” He shook his head, still feeling a little awkward. “But I must inform you I intensely dislike Keith Slater. He nearly ruined my career.”
“Yes, I’m fully aware of your unfortunate disbarment.” Her full lips quivered. “My ex-husband is an ambitious, unscrupulous mongrel who’d stop at nothing to further his career.”
“I know it’s none of my business, but how long have you been divorced?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Two years.”
“Any children?”
“No!” She turned her head so he would not notice the hurt in her eyes. “He didn’t want any.”
“Oh.” Henry returned to her