And Justice for All

By Candace Gold

When Janice Kramer's son, David, is killed in an auto accident by the inebriated son of a rich and powerful man, she learns that even in America, there is a two-tier justice system. One for the rich and powerful, and another for the rest. Only Janice wants to hold the guilty accountable. This is her story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Candy Caine
• Release date: Dec 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540162274

Candace Gold

With nearly 200 short stories, numerous anthologies and 15 published novellas and novels, whether she’s writing contemporary romance as Candace Gold or spicy hot interracial erotica as Candy Caine, her alter ego, Candace keeps her husband, Robert, on his toes in their Long Island, NY home. Supportive with her writing career, he’s always willing to help her add authenticity to the scenes in her stories. And their yellow Lab, Sammy, keeps them both in line. When asked why she began to write, Candace says: “Reading has always been an addiction for me and my biggest thrill is to bring the joy of reading to others. To me, that’s what writing is all about.”

Book preview

Perhaps I’ve become insane, or in the least unhinged. No surprise there after all I’ve gone through. This was not always the case. Once I’d considered myself a normal woman, mother and wife. I’d probably have remained so had the Byrnes not come into my life and taught me an important lesson about justice.

Thanks to them, I now know that justice comes in two forms. There’s justice for the rich and powerful and justice for everyone else. More importantly, the justice for the peons of the world must not interfere with that of the rich elite. I learned all this the hard way.

Sitting here in my cell, awaiting my trial, I’ve had lots of time to think. I must have gone over everything and what I've done a million times. And you know something, I'd do it all again—in the name of justice.

I can’t help but think if the D.A. is smart, he'll try to pack the jury with men. Any woman, especially those with children, will feel my anguish when my case is presented. No matter what, as they say, the truth will set me free. It won't bring my David back to me, but at least I’ll have a chance to see justice served. And his death will have some meaning.

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When my husband, Peter, died, I would have willingly gone with him into the next world had it not been for David.  Peter had been my entire life. We had been childhood sweethearts, knowing we were right for each other from the day we met, which was in junior high school at a dance. He was this big, clumsy boy with a thick crop of yellow hair who’d asked me to dance to a slow song. He was quite a contrast to me with my dark hair and brown eyes. Unfortunately, he did more dancing all over my feet. He kept apologizing, but I’d thought he was adorable with his big blue eyes and matching dimples.

He grew into a tall, gentle man with a keen head for figures, becoming an accountant. As for me, I found science fascinating and became a teacher. We got married right after college and found a place to call home. Little did either of us know that Peter had a time bomb ticking away deep inside of him. He’d been born with two undetected tumors that lay dormant.

Peter had always been an avid tennis player. He had the endurance that it took to be really good. I could never keep up with him on the court. 

During one game I watched intently as Peter began to rush the net. Then suddenly, without warning, he was on the ground. I dropped my racket and ran to his side. He needed my help to get up. As he leaned on me for support and limped off the court to the side, I could see the pain etched on his face. His right knee had buckled underneath him without any apparent reason and now he couldn’t put any weight on it.

I accompanied Peter to the orthopedic surgeon. The doctor remembered us from the time he set David's arm after he fell off his bike and broke it.

Dr. Simon examined Peter's knee. It had taken a great deal of abuse over the years, but didn't seem to be the cause of the problem.  The doctor felt the cause lay elsewhere.

After several diagnostic tests, including several MRI's, the two tumors were discovered.  No longer dormant, they had enlarged to the size of grapefruits. One was pressing on his spine and the other was in his pelvic area. Both were inoperable and turned out to be malignant.

I'll spare you the anguish and pain we all went through and tell you that Peter died almost to the day the oncologist said he would. He told me my husband would last until the New Year. Peter died January 2nd.

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