William Lashner

"You want to know what deceit tastes like? It's sweet. Like honey." Over the course of his shady legal career, Victor Carl has made a host of bad decisions, but letting his ex-fiancée, Julia, fall back into his life and into his bed might be the worst. Julia's husband has just been murdered, her fingerprints are all over the crime scene, and $1.7 million in cash has inexplicably vanished. If Victor didn't know better, he might think Julia was setting...

When Victor Carl wakes up with his suit in tatters, his socks missing, and a tattoo on his chest with the name Chantal Adair inscribed, he doesn't know how it got there, or who Chantal is, but he intends to find out. So begins a hunt that takes him to a strip club and the tale of a missing girl; delicate negotiations with an ex-con who has a stolen Rembrandt painting, and someone who doesn't like the questions Victor has been asking.

When a young lawyer whose practice is on the verge of collapse grasps the opportunity to work with a major legal firm, he finds himself asked to send a potentially innocent man to his death.

A beautiful young woman is dead, her husband convicted of the murder. In seeking a new trial for the husband, defense attorney Victor Carl must confront not only a determined prosecutor and a police detective who might have set up his client, but also a strange little busybody named Bob.

A stained legal career spent defending mob enforcers, two-bit hoods, and other dregs of humanity has left Philadelphia lawyer Victor Carl jaded and resentful -- until a new client appears to offer him an escape and a big payday. Caroline Shaw, the desperate scion of a prominent Main Line dynasty, wants him to prove that her sister Jacqueline's recent suicide was, in fact, murder before Caroline suffers a similar fate. It is a case that propels Carl...