Death on Appeal

Gideon Pomeroy Series, Vol. 2 by Shel Damsky

Attorney Gideon Pomeroy's Adirondack zoning case takes a bad turn when local officials become belligerent, local zoning hearings adopt astonishing procedures, and local judges give new meaning to the word "hostile."

When people start to die, Gideon wonders if he made an unwise decision in coming to what has become a very dangerous place.

ISBN 978-1-59431-841-2 Mystery / Suspense / Legal Thriller



Sample.

Prologue

Gideon Pomeroy finished his packing by putting two bottles of single malt in his suitcase and zipped it closed. This new zoning case up north in a little town called Golconda sounded challenging. The fee was enormous. It would be good working with Frederick Stuart again.

“It sounds pretty interesting,” he said aloud, rubbing the arm crippled by a gunshot during that last zoning case with Frederick Stuart.

“But who knows what can happen.”

* * *

Hubert Kingsley washed his hands again and walked across the office to one of the French windows. He looked out at the sloping lawns of Kingsley Hall and at the dense forest which ringed Golconda.

It was almost deer season, he thought.

He knew what could happen.

Chapter 1

Hubert Kingsley finished washing his hands at the small sink hidden in the corner of his magnificent office “I’m sorry, Aunt Margaret,” he said. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said that you shouldn’t go getting yourself all upset, Hubert,” she said. “Why, you’re as good as any lawyer anyplace. Probably better. And never forget that you’re a Kingsley.”

“I know, Aunt Margaret,” Hubert Kingsley said. “Except this Gideon Pomeroy is an expert at zoning cases. Smooth as silk, I heard someone say. And he knows every twist and turn of the law.”

He looked over at the small sink.

“I’m just uneasy about all this.”

“You’ll do just fine, Hubert,” his aunt said. She turned and left the room.

Hubert Kingsley lit a cigarette and drew deeply before crushing it out in an ashtray on the large conference table. He went over to the corner of his office to wash his hands. He looked in the mirror over the sink and started to sing to himself, softly.

“Oh, What A Beautiful Morning”