By P. D. James
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When individual felony attorney Venetia Aldridge defends a tender guy for the brutal homicide of his mom, she perspectives the case as easily one other chance to illustrate her brilliance within the court. yet inside of weeks of the trial Aldridge is located useless at her table, a bloodstained barrister’s wig on her head. And as Commander Adam Dalgliesh of Scotland backyard makes an attempt to make feel of occasions, the murders proceed, inexorably spiraling into clean complexities of horror.
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The key turned easily and as they entered Dalgliesh put out his hand to the left of the door and switched on the light. The scene that met their eyes was so bizarre that it might have been a tableau in Grand Guignol, deliberately contrived to confront, astonish and horrify. The desk chair in which she sat slumped had swung round so that she was facing them as they entered, the head a little forward, the chin pressed against the throat. The top of the full-bottomed wig was covered with blood, leaving only a few stiff grey curls visible.
I shouldn’t think so. Few barristers own a full-bottomed. She’ll have worn one once before, when she became a QC. It’s probably Hubert Langton’s. It used to belong to his grandfather and he keeps it here in Chambers to lend to any member who takes silk. It’s kept in a tin box in Harry Naughton’s office. Harry’s our Senior Clerk. ” Kynaston was peeling off his gloves. Ignoring Ulrick, he said to Dalgliesh: “I can’t do anything more here. I have a couple of PMs this evening at eight. ” He turned to go but found the doorway temporarily blocked by Kate Miskin.
Boring and respectable, and anyway they probably wouldn’t have me. ” She thought she might have gone too far, but he had answered: “Not photogenic enough. What about you? ” It was a fair question, and she could have answered: To get away from that flat on the seventh floor of Ellison Fairweather Buildings. My own money. Independence. The chance of pulling myself out of poverty and mess. To get away from the smell of urine and failure. The need to do a job which offered opportunities, and which I believe is one worth doing.
A Certain Justice (Adam Dalgliesh Mysteries 10) by P. D. James