The Only Good Lawyer

Boston has been suffering a spate of divorce-attorney killings and Woodrow Wilson Gant, a womanizing former assistant D.A., joins their ranks in a brutal roadside, execution-style killing by someone he knows. Hard - fingerprint - evidence points directly to Alan Spaeth - the husband of one of Gant's clients. Spaeth's motive is clear - Gant, acting for Spaeth's wife, has crippled him financially and demeaned him socially. Spaeth, a racist, bigoted and obnoxious jerk, threatens the African-American Gant during a deposition in front of many witnesses.As John Cuddy embarks on his investigation some gut twinges and troubling anomalies tell him that Spaeth just might have been framed. As his investigation continues - more evidence against Spaeth emerges - but threats against Cuddy indicate that he's probing into areas that at least some people feel are uncomfortable. Cuddy weaves his way through a series of red herrings and violent deaths to eventually uncover what appears to be the surprising truth, although a retrospective reading shows that the clues were there all along!This is not a courtroom thriller. Put it on your list if you like solid, workmanlike detective stories.

One does not read Jeremiah Healy for a deep or insightful story. His books are enjoyable to read without becoming a cozy. I have read several short stories with John Francis Cuddy and I also read one of her previous novels. I enjoy his stories but I cannot say that they are memorable. Cuddy's latest case involves the death of Woodrow Wilson Gant, a prominent African American divorce attorney, who gets gun downed from his car. His passenger is the mysterious blonde woman, who was drunk and oblivious to what happened. Once she wakes up and sees what happened she flees leaving the reader curious as to her identity. The accused turns out to be a racist bigot by the name of Alan Spaeth who threatened the lawyer after a messy divorce. Cuddy may not like the guy but he finds too many coincidences that prove that Spaeth is innocent.There are too many characters involved in this novel. Everybody has a story. Some of their stories were touching and others were funny. Someone suggested to me that it almost seemed that Cuddy was trying to become Columbo visiting suspects continually until the truth is revealed. At the beginning of the novel, Gant's killer said three words to his victim before he died. If one is attentive to the book one can easily find out whom the murderer is. The mysterious woman with the blonde wig was a different story. There were several red herring candidates but at least when her identity was revealed it was not something out of left field. This just a comfortable read and I plan on reading some of his other novels in the near future.

The twelfth book in the John Francis Cuddy private investigator series, THE ONLY GOOD LAWYER, fits the body of Jeremiah Healy's work like a well-broken leather jacket - with a new satin lining. Healy could teach Boston's Gillette Company a thing or two about a close shave. His style is sharper, less didactic (though expert on Boston), and the tale sports a more vulnerable hero.Although his investigations have taken him to the Capital Beltway and the Florida keys, Boston is John Cuddy's oyster and he's made quite a shell mound there of the corpses of anyone on the wrong side of the law who tangles with him. The novel preludes in a brief candle of consciousness - the last BMW ride of Woodrow Wilson Gant, Esquire. A self-made black bourgeois, he's forgotten a lesson he learned while an assistant D.A.: "Watch your back." Now he's one dead divorce attorney and everybody just knows the racist husband of his client, Spaeth, has done it. Complacency being one of Cuddy's deadly sins, no one is safe in assuming anything here. Believing the bigot to be innocent of the crime, Cuddy takes up the case, as P.I. for Alan Spaeth's defense lawyer, who has a Jewish name. Why he would swap the pleasures of dining in the Back Bay at L'Espalier or the endearing young charms of Ms. Meagher for one Houdini-like confrontation with mortality after another, probably has to do with youth in South Boston where eternal vigilance is the price of liberty. In past episodes, Cuddy has had Assistant D.A. Nancy Meagher for emotional support, when he hasn't been "channelling" at the grave of his dead wife Beth. Here, Nancy raises her own specter of conflict-of-sexual-interest. She's had a fling with the murder victim lawyer and doesn't want to tell Cuddy or to compromise his investigation. She evades; he feels cut off. His Irishness is a given, for where he lives and how he makes a buck, but I wonder did his never-mentioned mother actually master the rhythm method. Where pray tell are those brothers with their shoes and their beers on the coffee table, between feast and famine? And the sisters getting their utilities cut off in the dead of winter? If they've gone off and started a bed and breakfast on Dingle Bay, he hasn't breathed a word. Perhaps we find them metamorphosed into the motley array of humanity he has to sort out to follow his leads. And Cuddy responds to the decency in the best of them. He pans for that nugget in the still waters of the loner's mind. He draws on shared military experience to make some important connections with a security guard or flophouse owner. By contrast, he is all curt politeness with the smug or scheming rich. That undertone of careful moral evaluation forever marks him as a survivor of First Communion boot camp. In being so sensitized to conscience, he has the edge in eliminating suspects. Some of the stories have found him in the bag, but he's not one to leap into the sack with strange women. A sexually tempted straight arrow, he remai

If any individual should be placed in jail with the key thrown away, that person is Alan Spaeth. Alan is a bigot, pathological liar, and spouse abuser. So no one is upset when Alan is arrested for the murder of African-American Woodrow Wilson Gant, his wife's divorce attorney. The victim was allegedly having an affair with his client, the suspect's spouse. A friend of Boston private investigator John Cuddy calls in a marker by asking the sleuth to investigate the case because he feels the lowlife is innocent. After meeting Spaeth, John figures that with the friends he has, he needs no enemies. However, John soon starts believing that Spaeth is innocent and is being framed by some powerful folks. To continue on the case may cost John his budding relationship with his girl friend. However, John feels strongly that he must continue digging until the truth is uncovered so that justice can be swerved. THE ONLY GOOD LAWYER is the twelfth novel in the wonderful Cuddy mysteries. As usual, John is a wonderful character and the secondary characters add much depth to the tale. Though the story line is more like a middleweight when compared to some of the previous superheavyweight tales in this exciting series, nonetheless the plot remains fast paced and interesting. Jeremiah Healy's entire twelve books are worth reading even if some are more so than others. Harriet Klausner