“Sure,” Judy answered, but she was starting to get an idea. “Did you say you do general litigation?”
“Yes. I was a trial lawyer for five years, at Thomas, Main and Henderson.”
“That’s a litigation firm. You must’ve gone to court a lot.”
“All the time, for all kinds of civil cases, both defense and plaintiff’s side. It’s really my forte. Eastman needed me in trusts and estates, so I played ball, but I’m itching to get back in the courtroom.”
Judy thought fast. “I know of a job you might be interested in. It’s not that great, but you’d be in court every day.”
“Fine with me. Where’s the job?”
Judy took a flyer. “Here at Rosato, working for me.”
John burst into surprised laughter. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely!” Judy said, feeling a flush of satisfaction. The more she thought about the idea, the more she liked it, which we all know was something that happened with her. If John took the job, she could avoid trying the damages cases herself, get a superb trial lawyer on board, and keep the legal work for the firm. It didn’t hurt that he was superhot, and her very next thought violated federal sexual harassment law.
“Really? You want me to come work for you?”
“Why not?” Judy stopped herself, out of fairness to him. “But I don’t want to misrepresent anything. I need somebody to try seventy-five cases that I’m hating on, asbestos work referred to me by a New York firm. Damages cases.”
“Ugh.”
“I know. Would you consider it?”
“You know what, I’ll do more than consider it. What’s it pay?”
“We can negotiate that, when I come sign the papers.”
“Ha!” John chuckled. “Watch out, I’m a great negotiator.”
“Not better than I am, dude. You just told me I’m the only buyer.”
“Ouch!” John burst into new laughter. “I was bluffing!”
“The hell you were!” Judy told him, smiling. “Get ready for me to lowball you.”
“We’ll see about that. When are you coming over?”
“Right now. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“See you.” John chuckled again. “Bring your calculator.”
“Very funny. Bye now.” Judy smiled as she hung up, popped up from her seat, grabbed her bag and coat from the chair, and hurried out of her office.
She hustled down the hall to the reception area, toward what sounded like a happy commotion. She turned the corner to see Mary, Allegra, and Marshall clustered excitedly around Bennie and Anne, who must’ve just gotten back from trial. She gathered that they had won, because everybody was beaming, and trial exhibits and boxy trial bags had been abandoned around the reception room.
Judy made a beeline for the happy group, in high spirits herself. “Congratulations, Bennie and Anne!” she called to them, and everybody looked over, flush with victory.
“Thanks, Carrier!” Bennie grinned. “Meanwhile, way to go! You hit another one out of the park! There are so many reporters outside, and they’re all asking about you!”
Next to her, Anne smiled her dazzling smile. “Judy, what happened to you this weekend? When do I get to hear this story?”
“Hold that thought.” Judy crossed to the elevator. “I have an errand to run that will take half an hour, then we can go out to lunch and celebrate, on me.”
Mary grinned. “I’m in!”
Anne nodded. “Me, too!”
Allegra hopped up and down. “Me, three!” she said, because she was still young.
Only Bennie looked at Judy like she was crazy. “Carrier, it’s too early for lunch. Also, where are you going? Why aren’t you setting up a press conference? What errand can be so important?”
Judy hit the button to call the elevator cab. “Actually, I’m off to hire somebody to work the damages cases, from Bendaflex.”
“Oh.” Bennie lifted her eyebrows, intrigued. “Don’t you want to run the candidate by me?”
“No, thanks. You told me I could hire anybody I wanted, and I did.”
“Right.” Bennie blinked. “So who’d you hire?”
“An experienced litigator I know just freed up, and I hopped on it.”
“Great. What’s her name?”
“John Foxman.”
Everybody froze for a moment, falling silent. Ping, went the elevator, signaling the arrival of the cab.
“Carrier, did I hear you right?” Bennie asked, in disbelief. “We’re an all-woman law firm, and you hired a man?”
“Yep.” Judy stepped into the elevator, pressed the DOWN button, and hoped the doors closed fast.
“How’s that going to work?” Bennie’s eyes flew open, an incredulous blue.
“I don’t know.” Judy shrugged, just as the elevator doors began to slide closed. “But we’re going to find out, aren’t we?”
Acknowledgments
It’s important to understand at the outset that this is a novel, a work of fiction. In other words, though Chester County, Pennsylvania, exists, as does the town of Kennett Square, I made up all of the events and people in the book. Now to the thank-yous, where I thank all of those experts and kind souls who helped me with Betrayed, and I make clear that any and all mistakes herein are mine.
Thank you to Deputy Coroner Patricia Emmons of the Chester County Coroner’s Office, who helped me so much with the forensics and procedural questions in the novel. I won’t say more or I’ll give away some spoilers.
Thank you very much to Police Chief Edward Zunnino of Kennett Square, who patiently explained the police procedures in that lovely town. Thanks to the ladies at the front desk, who staff his office with such diligence and kindness.
Thanks to Jim Angelucci, an expert in mushroom growing for some forty years and a pioneer in the business in Chester County, as well as one of the most upstanding members of the grower community. Jim took me on a super-informative tour of the Phillips Mushroom Farm, owned by the wonderful Phillips family, and it’s one of the finest in the county. It should go without saying that the independent grower herein is completely fictional. Thanks, too, to Jim for taking me on a tour of the Laurel Valley Farms, the composting cooperative, and for introducing me to Glenn Cote, its general manager, who answered even more questions for me. Finally, an excellent work on mushroom growing in Chester County is Bruce Mowday’s Chester County Mushroom Farming (2008).
Special thanks to Father Depner of the St. Rocco Church in Avondale who welcomed me into his wonderful church and selflessly provided so much information to inform the book.
Thanks to Rebecca Zerr, a brilliant and wonderful young woman who took so much time to answer all of my questions about the undocumented in Chester County. She referred me to some excellent works on the subject: Between Two Worlds (1996) by David Gutiérrez, The World of Mexican Migrants (2008) by Judith Hellman, and Beyond Borders (2011) by Timothy Henderson. Kudos to Drs. Victor Garcia and Laura Gonzales, who have done excellent research and written so much about the undocumented workers in Chester County.
A special thanks to my friends in the breast cancer community, who helped me with this book. One was Kathy Robbins, and she was so very helpful in detailing her own fight with this disease, as well as her inspiring recovery. Thank you so much, Kathy! I also read so many thoughtful and moving blogs and memoirs, especially Barbara Delinsky’s Uplift.
I’m a lawyer, but criminal law wasn’t my field. My first lawyerly thank-you, as always, goes to a brilliant and dedicated public servant, Chief Deputy District Attorney Nicholas Casenta, Esq., of the Chester County District Attorney’s Office. Nick heads the Appeals Unit and was just named Prosecutor of the Year. Nick has helped me with every novel so far, and I appreciate so much his advice and expertise. I’m lucky to have you, Nick!
Thanks to my friend and laser-sharp litigator Joe Hetrick, Esq., who dropped everything to help me understand the intricacies of damages in mass tort litigation, as well as the economics of a modern
law firm practice. Thanks, Joe!
Thanks to Stephanie Kalogredis, Esq., for in-the-clutch trust-and-estates advice. Thanks to Colleen Connor and Sharon Scanlon, two great friends with generous hearts.
Now to my publishing family! A huge thank-you to my amazing editor and dear friend Jennifer Enderlin, who improved this manuscript so much with her expertise and great heart. And big love and thanks to the brilliant, fun gang at St. Martin’s Press, starting with the terrific John Sargent, Sally Richardson, Matthew Shear, Matt Baldacci, Jeanne-Marie Hudson, Brian Heller, Jeff Capshew, Nancy Trypuc, Kim Ludlam, John Murphy, John Karle, Dori Weintraub, Stephanie Davis, Paul Hochman, Caitlin Darieff, and all the wonderful sales reps. Big thanks to Rob Grom for an astounding cover design. Also hugs and kisses to Mary Beth Roche, Laura Wilson, Esther Bochner, Brant Janeway, and the great people in audiobooks. I love and appreciate all of you.
Thanks and love to my incredible agent, Molly Friedrich, who has guided me for so long now, and to the amazing Lucy Carson and Nichole LeFebvre.
Thanks and another big hug to my dedicated assistant and friend Laura Leonard. She’s invaluable in every way, and has been for over twenty years. Thanks, too, to my friend and assistant Nan Daley, who helped so much with research for this book, as well as for making girl field trips with me! This novel is dedicated to Laura and Nan because it wouldn’t have been possible without them.
And to George Davidson, for doing everything else, so that I can be free to write.
Thank you very much to my adorable and brilliant daughter, Francesca, a wonderful writer in her own right, for her love, support, and great humor.
And to my family, for everything.
Also by Lisa Scottoline
Fiction
Keep Quiet
Accused
Don’t Go
Come Home
Save Me
Think Twice
Look Again
Lady Killer
Daddy’s Girl
Dirty Blonde
Devil’s Corner
Killer Smile
Dead Ringer
Courting Trouble
The Vendetta Defense
Moment of Truth
Mistaken Identity
Rough Justice
Legal Tender
Running from the Law
Final Appeal
Everywhere That Mary Went
Nonfiction (with Francesca Serritella)
Have a Nice Guilt Trip
Meet Me at Emotional Baggage Claim
Best Friends, Occasional Enemies
My Nest Isn’t Empty It Just Has More Closet Space
Why My Third Husband Will Be a Dog
About the Author
LISA SCOTTOLINE is a New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award–winning author of twenty-two novels. She has 30 million copies of her books in print in the United States, and she has been published in thirty-five countries. She has served as the president of Mystery Writers of America, and her thrillers have been optioned for television and film. She also writes a weekly humor column with her daughter, Francesca Serritella, for The Philadelphia Inquirer, and those critically acclaimed stories have been adapted into a series of memoirs, the first of which is entitled Why My Third Husband Will Be a Dog. She lives in the Philadelphia area with an array of disobedient pets. Visit www.scottoline.com or follow Lisa on Facebook or Twitter at @LisaScottoline.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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