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A woman is out to clear her cousin of murder charges after a blackmailer targeting the wealthy Carlisle family turns up dead.
K.C. Carlisle and her cousin Kenneth Carlisle both grew up rich. Kenneth is a corporate lawyer in an exclusive Northern California seaside community while K.C. has a storefront office on the seedy side of town. She takes whatever kind of case walks in her door. But trouble appears one day when Francine Boutelle shows up pretending she wants to write an expose of the Carlisle family, including some dirt on K.C.'s late and highly respectable father. Francine has visited most of the family and is willing to keep the family secrets in exchange for cash. When Kenneth is accused of murdering the blackmailer, K.C. is determined to prove his innocence, no matter where the trail of blood and deception leads.read more
In the new introduction to this Carolyn Hart classic, the author admits that as a young teen she "devoured hard-boiled private eye books." She goes on to explain that the present title, first published in 1983, "is as near that genre as I have ever come." Attorney K.C. Carlisle, a self-described liberal who practices in La Luz, Calif., gets pulled into a family drama when an unscrupulous freelance writer tries to blackmail her wealthy kin. All the Carlisles have deep, dark secrets-K.C. herself, her mother, two brothers, and two cousins, not to mention her late, sainted father, a judge. The premise strains credulity, as does the blackmailer being stupid enough to invite the victims to come one at a time to her apartment. Still, K.C. does a decent job investigating the case and putting the pieces together. When a potential love interest says to her, "You've slept around some," and she shrugs, the reader is likely to laugh out loud. Hard-boiled? Not so much. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.