L.A. Defense: Kansas City Legal Thrillers

By Rachel Sinclair

Ginger is back, and her mouth is as unfiltered as ever...

 

Ginger Perry, Harper's star witness in her previous murder trial, left Kansas City for the greener pastures of the Los Angeles adult film scene. As soon as she gets out to the West Coast, however, she catches a case. A big case. A murder case.

 

The victim is a powerful studio head. Ginger insists she was framed. Harper's not so sure. She wants to give Ginger the benefit of the doubt, but Ginger's always been a little shady. Nevertheless, she agrees to take the case. After all, she hasn't had a vacation in years, and a trip to Los Angeles is as much of a vacation as she's ever going to get - even if it's not really a vacation, but another murder case. Harper knows that she needs another murder case like she needs a hole in the head, but she just can't resist a lost cause.

 

And Ginger's case seems to be as lost of a cause as you can get.

 

With the twists, turns and lightning-fast pace you've come to expect from a Harper Ross Legal Thriller, L.A. Defense is not to be missed!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel Sinclair
• Release date: Nov 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201519995

Rachel Sinclair

Hi everyone! I'm a recovering lawyer from Kansas City who, as you can see, am a HUGE Chief's fan! Was a Chiefs fan long before Taylor Swift made it cool, LOL. My beloved hometown is where I set many of my legal thrillers and romances.  ​I currently live in San Diego, California, 10 minutes from the beach. When I'm not writing, I'm reading Grisham, Michael Connelly, Susan Mallery, Debbie Macomber, Nora Roberts and Danielle Steele books. Love the shows Suits, Succession, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, And Just Like That, and Cobra Kai, and am obsessed with Downton Abbey, Sex and the City and Glee reruns. All-time favorite book - The Thornbirds. Swoon! ​I also love boogie-boarding, playing with pupper Bella, hanging out with my main squeeze Joey and feeding ducks at the lake. I've named about 20 of them - don't ask!  ​To contact me, email me at [e-mail]

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CHAPTER 1

HARPER

Harper, you have to come out here. I can trust you. I can’t trust this moron they got representing me out here. Ginger was sobbing as she spoke with me. I could barely understand what she was saying.

Slow down, slow down, I said evenly. First of all, what happened? What did you do?

I didn’t do nothing, Harper. I didn’t do nothing. This guy, his name is Robert something, he invited me to this fancy party. He invited all the girls to this fancy party with this big-shot movie producer named Ezra something. I don’t know, Harper, I forget his name. Look it up on the internet. You’ll see what happened.

I scratched my head and looked down at the floor.

Are you looking it up yet? Ginger demanded. Look it up, Harper. You’ll see.

I sighed as I walked into my office and booted up my laptop. Okay, I said over the phone. Ezra something. I typed in the word "Ezra with the words ‘movie producer’ and immediately saw what she was talking about. Ezra Cohen was a Paramount development executive found dead in his Malibu home. I continued to read on and saw he was found in his bedroom, and, initially, it looked like death from natural causes. But the coroner’s report came back and Ezra not only had cocaine in his system but also showed traces of arsenic poisoning, almost undetectable, so the death was ruled a homicide. Ginger was arrested for his murder because she was the last person with him before he died.

Ginger, I said, who is this guy to you?

I told you, I didn’t know him. He was a john, that’s all. My boss, Mario, he got me that gig. He had a party and I was there to service Ezra and his friends. I blew him, Harper, that’s all, and not really even that, because he couldn’t get it up. I blew his limp dick, and the last I saw, he was passed out on the bed. I took off and the next thing I know I got the cops at my house arresting me because I lifted some stuff from him, which I did. I lifted a pair of gold cufflinks and a ring and hocked them. They arrested me for that and then they arrested me for killing him. I didn’t do nothing wrong, Harper, I swear.

Well, you stole from him, so, technically, you did something wrong.

Harper, if you seen this guy, if you seen his house, you’d know he won’t miss that ring and those cufflinks. He won’t even know they were gone, he had so much stuff in that house. I need the money because Mario hasn’t paid me yet, even though I’ve gone on 10 gigs since I’ve been out here. I need to get rid of Mario and do my own thing.

And Mario?

He’s my agent. He gets the jobs for me. The jobs pay him and he pays me. Except he hasn’t paid me yet, and, Harper, it ain’t cheap living out here. I’m living in a little house by the beach with 6 other girls but it still ain’t cheap. We’re sleeping two to a room, but I gotta eat, so I stole those cufflinks and that ring and got $20,000 for both those things. I gotta pay that back, though, which is bullshit, because Ezra don’t need those things no more and he don’t need my money no more either.

Ginger, here’s the thing, I said. I can’t just up and leave. I have the girls. They’re out for summer break, but I can’t uproot them. I have two dogs, Stella and Sue. The girls have their friends here and have been making plans with their friends for the summer. I also have Axel to think about. We were on the brink of separating but we’re good now. I can’t just up and leave him to represent you in California. Not to mention my practice. I have a ton of open cases. Granted, none of my open cases are large or complicated, but I have a lot of them. I don’t have an associate to take these open cases for me. I’m sorry, Ginger, but I can’t represent you. I’m sure there are plenty of lawyers willing to take your case. Get some referrals.

No, Harper. I trust you. Only you.

Why do you trust me so much?

Because you don’t judge me. You’ve been the only person in my life who’s never judged me.

I knew she was right. I didn’t judge her. I understood her. And, when I had her over for dinner one night and got her story, I knew why she was the way she was. She told me her mother had died when she was very little and her father molested her from the time she was five. By the time she was 13, she’d had two abortions after her father impregnated her twice and she’d had enough of living with him. So she ran away and lived on the streets. She didn’t tell anybody about what her father did to her because she didn’t want to end up in foster care. She’d spoken to enough people to know foster care wasn’t for her.

When she ran away, she had no means of support. So, she burglarized a house and pawned everything she got from the house and used that money for a Greyhound bus ticket. Her intention was to go to her maternal grandmother’s house and see if her grandmother, whose name was Addy, would take her in. Unfortunately for her, Vinnie Varagusa, the man who would become her pimp, spotted her in the bus station and struck up a conversation. Vinnie convinced Ginger to work for him. Since she didn’t know if her Grandma Addy would take her in, Ginger went with the sure thing and accepted Vinnie’s offer. Vinnie found her a place to stay and found johns for her. Ginger thought he was helping her out, not realizing how much Vinnie was exploiting her.

Now she was in L.A., and, from what little she told me over the phone, I gathered she was still being exploited. It sounded like this Mario character was treating her like Vinnie did. Vinnie didn’t pay Ginger for all the work she did and neither did this Mario person. Vinnie paid Ginger for some of the work, but not all of it. I wondered if Mario was paying her for any of her work.

Ginger, I can’t. I’m sorry. I have a life out here. I’m really sorry.

At that, Ginger started to cry. Harper, she said between sobs. You can’t do this to me. You can’t. You told me you’d always have my back. Now I need you. I need you, Harper. They’re gonna put me in jail out here, Harper, and I didn’t do nothing to that man. I didn’t do nothing. I just blew his whiskey dick and stole from him and left him on the bed. They’re saying I poisoned him, but why would I poison him? I didn’t know him. I didn’t know him. I was only there because Mario got me that job. He said it was a good job. He said I’d make good money from that Ezra because Ezra is rich and could make me a regular girl. Ezra has regular girls and Mario said I could be one of them. I gotta eat out here, Harper, and Mario ain’t paying me regular, so I wanted to become one of Ezra’s regular girls. That’s all.

I understand all that, but Ginger, I have to draw the line. I can’t leave here for months on end. I’m sorry.

Truth be told, however, my heart was melting just a bit for poor Ginger. The underdog could always count on me. If there was a hopeless case, I was the attorney to make it less hopeless. And Ginger, for all her faults, really was like a lost puppy. I could never turn my back on a lost puppy, and I had problems turning my back on Ginger.

Not that I would tell her that, though. I didn’t want to sound like I was wavering at all, because if I did, Ginger would be all over that. She had enough street smarts to read people, and would know if I was changing my mind about taking her case.

She sniffed. I understand, Harper. I gotta go.

And, at that, she hung up the phone.

CHAPTER 2

I went to work the next day but couldn’t get my mind off Ginger. She sounded so desperate over the phone. So lost and alone. The one saving grace was that California’s Superior Court had deemed capital punishment unconstitutional, so at least Ginger wouldn’t face the death penalty if she got convicted.

Really, Harper? Really? That’s all you can say to yourself – at least they won’t kill her if she gets convicted?

Pearl, I called my assistant. Come in here. I need to ask you a few things.

Pearl came into my office. She was a beautiful black girl who always dressed more stylish than I ever could. She typically wore her long hair in braids and her skin was so flawless she never had to bother with makeup. I was envious of how effortlessly she put herself together every morning. I felt like a frump next to her. What’s going on? she asked me. She had a pad of paper in her hand and a pen.

Have you seen Tammy? I need to run something by her as well.

Pearl shook her head. No. Tammy comes in this afternoon, though. I think she has a dentist appointment.

Okay. I took a deep breath. Here’s the thing. I might have a case in Los Angeles I might need to tend to. It involves Ginger.

Girl, Pearl said. What trouble is that Ginger up to now? She’s always up to her ears.

You don’t know the half of it. Ginger has always been in trouble, that’s true. But not like this. She’s been charged with murdering a studio executive for Paramount. She says she didn’t do it, of course. And she also says I’m the only person she trusts.

Well, that’s probably true, Pearl said. After all, she really bonded with you. She’s told me on more than one occasion that you’ve been the only one who’s tried to understand her and hasn’t judged her for the things she’s done.

I know. I looked out the window at the people below. I can’t leave, though, can I? I have about fifty open cases, after all. I can’t just leave.

Pearl cocked her head. You could if you got an associate. You need one, anyhow. I never understood how somebody as busy as you are can handle everything alone. Find somebody to help you out on your cases. I can call all your clients and make sure they’re okay with somebody else finishing their cases for them and then you can go to California and help Ginger.

Pearl made perfect sense. I’d been thinking about pulling the trigger and getting an associate for at least a year. Pearl was right – I was a busy attorney and was trying to do everything myself. It wasn’t working out well. Do you think my clients would be okay if they were passed onto another attorney?

Well, you don’t have anything major in the pipeline, Pearl said. I can give you your list of current clients, but, from what I can see, none of your current clients are being charged with anything more serious than a burglary. Most have plea deals being worked out. I don’t see why they’d object to your hiring a good associate to finish the cases. Besides, you need a vacation, Harper. I know it wouldn’t exactly be a vacation if you go out to California and work on this murder case, but it’s probably as close as you’ll get to taking a break. Find a house by the beach and relax with a glass of water on your patio while you listen to the ocean waves. That’ll put you in a better frame of mind.

Pearl had another point. Granted, working a major murder case wouldn’t be a vacation, but it was definitely something I could handle. And handling one murder case, as opposed to a murder case on top of my other open criminal cases, would certainly be my version of taking a break. I suddenly imagined myself finding a beach house and sitting on the patio with a glass of grape juice, listening to the seagulls and children playing, smelling the salt water and feeling the sand between my toes. In my mind’s eye, I saw the sun setting over the ocean and felt the warmth of bonfires built up and down the beach.

I realized I was closing my eyes and Pearl brought me back to reality. Harper, she said. What are you thinking about?

I shook my head. Nothing. I opened my desk drawer and brought out my slinky, the toy I enjoyed playing with when I got stressed and needed to think. There was something about playing with that slinky that focused my brain more than anything else. What about Axel? What about my girls? And my dogs?

Your girls are on summer break, starting next week. How perfect is that? If they were in school, you’d have a problem, but with them being on break, you can spend the summer in California. When is the trial?

I don’t know. I can ask for a speedy trial and get it teed up within 180 days. Hopefully 90 days. I could be back in time for the girls’ fall semester in school. But what about Axel? I can’t just up and leave him. Can I?

Yes you can. You’ll only be gone for the summer. He’ll live, I can assure you. Pearl rolled her eyes and smiled. You’re overthinking this. Listen, I’ll go to Zip Recruiter to find some people to interview for an associate’s position. I’ll line them up for you this week and you can have somebody hired by the weekend. Then I’ll contact all your clients and tell them what’s going on. Trust me, you’ve been needing this. This new case in California gives you a perfect excuse to get some help in here.

I took a deep breath. Okay. Find some people to interview to be my associate. I need the help of an associate but I just don’t know about taking Ginger’s case. I’ll have to think about it.

Don’t think too long and hard. Ginger can’t wait forever for an answer. How would you like to be accused of a murder you didn’t do and the person you want as your attorney is dilly-dallying about representing you?

I didn’t need to answer that question. Pearl was right. Ginger would need an answer. Find some candidates for my associate and I’ll think about it.

Will do.

That night, I talked to Axel about my plans. It’ll only be for the summer, I said.

I know, mate. I want you to go. I’ll miss you but I can visit you from the time to time, right?

Of course. I want you to visit as much as you can.

Okay, then. I don’t want to put a leash on you and don’t want you to put a leash on me. Of course, if you’re gone for longer than three months, I’d have more of a problem. But three months really isn’t that long.

I hugged him and he kissed me. Thank you for understanding. Now, I have to tell my girls.

For some odd reason, I dreaded that more than I dreaded anything else.

CHAPTER 3

NO, Rina said adamantly when I told her I was thinking about going to California. I won’t go and you can’t make me.

Rina, if I do this, and that’s a big if, but if I do, I’m sorry, you won’t have a say in the matter. You have to go with me. Obviously.

No, she shook her head. I got summer plans with Emma and Haley. We were planning on swimming over at Emma’s house. She lives in Hallbrook and has her own pool. Emma has already planned five pool parties, Mom, five. All the kids will be at those parties and I have to be there, too, Mom. I have to be there. If I leave for the whole summer, Emma and Haley will forget I’m alive and that’ll be the end of the world. My life will be over if I don’t go to those parties and see Emma and Haley all summer.

I looked over at Abby, quietly looking down at a book she had in her hand. She was petting both Stella and Sue while she read. Stella the Golden Retriever and Sue the Rottweiler loved Abby to death and she felt the same way about them.

Abby glanced up and had little tears in her eyes. Abby, I said. What say you? Are you also looking forward to swimming at Emma’s house?

She shook her head. No. I’m not friends with Emma. She doesn’t talk to me. I guess I’m not popular enough for her to acknowledge I’m alive.

I sat back in my chair. Rina, Abby has a point. I know you’re best friends with Emma, but I have to tell you, I’m not sure if I like that. Emma strikes me as a snob and so does Haley. You could stand to make different friends. The last thing I want is for my daughter to become a bullying mean girl.

Who’s a bullying mean girl? Rina crossed her arms and glared at me. Mom, Emma and Haley are the most popular girls in school. They know everybody.

Don’t you think it’s odd that Emma doesn’t speak to your own sister?

No. I don’t think that’s odd at all. Abby is a nerd and Emma doesn’t talk to nerds. Nobody who’s anybody at the school talks to nerds and Abby is a nerd. That’s all. Emma’s afraid that if she talks to Abby, people will stop talking to her. I don’t blame her for not talking to Abby. If she weren’t my sister, I wouldn’t talk to her at school, either.

Abby’s eyes filled with tears and I went over to her and put my arm around her. Thank you, Rina, for making up my mind. You are coming to California with me for the summer, and, when you get back, I’ll have some serious talks with Emma’s mother about Emma’s lack of respect for Abby and for others like her. You need a time-out from those girls. A summer with just me, Abby, Stella and Sue sounds like just the thing you need to bring you back to earth.

At that, Rina gave me the stink-eye to end all stink-eyes and turned and ran into her room and slammed the door.

Abby, Buttercup, I said. Abby’s big brown eyes turned to me. You didn’t say anything about going to California. What do you think about the idea?

She shrugged. It’s okay, I guess. I’ll miss Lily. She has a pool, too, in her apartment. She was hoping I could swim with her. She really doesn’t have friends at school except me. I guess that’s because her family doesn’t have much money.

Lily Alderan was a girl who Abby bonded with. Lily was only at Abby’s school, the exclusive private school called Pembroke Hill, because she got academic scholarships based on her entrance exam scores. In other words, Lily was poor and smart. Abby explained this made Lily an outcast at school, at least when it concerned the popular kids, and, since Abby was also an outcast due to her shyness and social awkwardness, the two girls became best friends. As far as I knew, Lily was Abby’s only close friend and vice-versa.

I understand, I said. Lily will be lonely this summer without you. I hate to do that to you, taking you away from her. But I hope you’ll be okay with all of us going to California for the summer.

She nodded. I am. And you’re right. If we go to California for the whole summer, Emma and Haley probably will drop Rina as their friend. They’re that type, Mom. They’re mean girls. They bully everyone who has less money than them and everyone not as pretty as them. I’d like to see Rina not be friends with them anymore.

Then that settles it. We’re going to California, and, hopefully Rina can find a different group of friends to hang out with when we get back. I don’t want her hanging around girls like that. I shuddered. "I was bullied by girls like that when I was her age. Having been the victim of the mean girl bullying, the last thing I want is my daughter perpetrating it. I’m surprised, though, they’d choose Rina to pal