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The Guardians: A Novel

In this instant #1 New York Times bestseller, John Grisham delivers a classic legal thriller—with a twist.

“Terrific…affecting…Grisham has done it again.”—Maureen Corrigan, The Washington Post
 
“A suspenseful thriller mixed with powerful themes.”—Associated Press

In the small Florida town of Seabrook, a young lawyer named Keith Russo was shot dead at his desk as he worked late one night. The killer left no clues. There were no witnesses, no one with a motive. But the police soon came to suspect Quincy Miller, a young black man who was once a client of Russo’s. 

Quincy was tried, convicted, and sent to prison for life. For twenty-two years he languished in prison, maintaining his innocence.  But no one was listening.  He had no lawyer, no advocate on the outside. In desperation, he writes a letter to Guardian Ministries, a small nonprofit run by Cullen Post, a lawyer who is also an Episcopal minister.

Guardian accepts only a few innocence cases at a time.  Cullen Post travels the country fighting wrongful convictions and taking on clients forgotten by the system. With Quincy Miller, though, he gets far more than he bargained for. Powerful, ruthless people murdered Keith Russo, and they do not want Quincy Miller exonerated.

They killed one lawyer twenty-two years ago, and they will kill another without a second thought.

Reblogged 3 weeks ago from www.amazon.com

Comments

Anonymous says:

Back to the Grisham we know and love After his last two books, which were – quite frankly – abysmal, to say the least, Grisham to returns to what he knows best: the legal thriller.The characters, plot and writing are reminiscent of his earlier books and it was a joy finding that Grisham’s talent is not entirely gone. A few circumstances sort “fell into the plot” to make it move faster, granted, but overall I enjoyed the story and found it worthy of all five stars.If you’re a fan of old Grisham, then this…

Anonymous says:

Never Get Arrested In A Small Town Reading this novel reminded me of returning to Indiana University one year and being picked up for speeding in the middle of the state by a trooper who I never saw until he was on my butt. I was instructed to follow him to a local small town where the “judge” held court in the back of his furniture store. He gave me the choice of a heavy fine or jail time. This was in 1974 and $350.00 was a lot of money for a college kid. I had no desire to learn about their terms of incarceration…

Anonymous says:

Heartbreakingly beautiful

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