Pauline Isaksen's Dying for Justice gripped me from the beginning and did not let go. From the magnificent picture her words created to the elaborate plot which would unfold, I was held captive - entranced, hanging onto Isaksen's every word.
A teen boy, Michael, comes running down the hill, wondering where the deer he had shot had wandered off - and comes face-to-face with his father. At the same time, he sees a dead man - his father's friend - lying on the ground, having been shot between the eyes. His father's grave question echoes throughout the corridor of his mind, "What have you done?"
Michael is convinced he shot a deer, but the evidence suggests something different. The question becomes whether it was a deliberate shot or an accidental homicide.
His case lands in Julia's lap; she is a defense attorney and, the more she interviews those at the scene and analyzes her data, the more she becomes convinced something sinister is at play. She ends up being an attorney who is forced to play detective because no one in a position of authority believes there is more to the case than meets the eye.
When Julia's life becomes endangered, she knows she's on the right track - that someone's getting scared of the pieces of the puzzle she is putting together, pieces she has stumbled upon in creative ways. That being said, there were pieces I had put together much earlier but I was on the outside looking in, with no vested personal interest in the people involved - no ties to anyone, no disposition to take anyone at their word.
Throughout the elaborate plot, a love story ensues as wounded souls find their way to each other, enriching their lives and the lives of others. Of course, there are heartbreaking events which unfold and a few soul-shattering confessions which will affect readers differently.
Someone once said of my book, An Affair to Remember, that it had, "more twists and turns than a rattlesnake." I would have to say the same is true of Pauline Isaksen's Dying for Justice. When I thought something would happen, something different happened instead. When I thought I could, finally, relax, I learned how very wrong I was in thinking that way.
Of course, now I want to know more and can only hope I learn what happens next. I still have questions - questions which are haunting my mind, another mystery to solve, and I'm wondering if something else isn't quite as it seems. After all, looks can be deceiving so, with bated breath, I am awaiting the second book.
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