The Flinch Factor

Several years have passed since we last saw Rachel Gold. The stunning and savvy attorney was then engaged to be married. Since that time she has become a mother and a much-grieving widow, and now she is embroiled in a lost cause—the Frankenstein case—representing a blue-collar neighborhood fighting a powerful developer intent on bulldozing their homes to erect a swanky gated community. Who’s pushing her here? Her mother, of course.

Rachel’sstrategy will be based on a wild card: the judge on the case—a judge so wacky that he's known to the Saint Louis bar as the Flinch Factor, as in the spawn of Judge Judy and Pee-wee Herman.

Rachel has also gained a new client: Susannah, sister of Nick Moran, heartthrob of every woman whose kitchen he remodeled. Nick has been murdered, found slumped on the front seat of his pickup along an isolated lane known to the vice squad as Gay Way, his pants unzipped, a coil of rubber tubing on the seat, an empty syringe on the floor. His female groupies are stunned, to say the least—Nick gay? No way. Susannah seeks out Rachel, convinced that her brother wasn’t gay or a druggie and that his death was not an accident.

AlthoughSusannah seems the classic blindly adoring younger sister, a skeptical Rachelagrees to check it out. To her surprise, she turns up facts and witnesses suggesting that maybe, just maybe, Nick’s death was staged to look like an overdose during sex. Things then rapidly grow darker in what increasingly becomes a real Frankenstein of a case.