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beautiful brown eyes when she told us all good night.

    Womans Murder Club 5 - The 5th Horseman
     

     
    Chapter 16
    MAUREEN O’MARA FELT HER PULSE beating in her temples. Was that possible? Well, that’s how pumped she was. She pulled open one of the massive steel-and-glass doors to the Civic Center Courthouse and entered the cool gray interior.
    Goddamn.
    Today was the day. She owned this place.
    She handed her briefcase to the security guard, who put it on the X-ray machine and checked it as she cleared the metal detectors. He nodded good morning and returned her seven-hundred-dollar “lucky” Louis Vuitton case with a smile.
    “Best a’ luck today, Miss O’Mara.”
    “Thanks, Kevin.”
    O’Mara showed the guard her crossed fingers; then she cut through the milling crowd in the lobby and headed toward the elevator bank.
    She was thinking as she walked — about how her stuffy, know-it-all partners had told her that she was insane to take on the huge, well-defended hospital, to try to weave twenty individual claims into one gigantic malpractice case.
    But she couldn’t have turned it down. This one was too good.
    The first patients had found her — then she’d seen the pattern. The momentum had built rapidly, then snowballed, and soon she’d become the go-to lawyer for patients with serious grievances against Municipal.
    Putting this case together had been like corralling wild horses while standing on the seat of a motorbike and juggling bowling balls. But she’d done it.
    Over the last fourteen months, she’d slogged through the discovery process, the endless depositions, lined up her seventy-six witnesses — medical experts, past and present employees of the hospital, and her clients, the families of the twenty deceased who were all finally in accord.
    She had a personal reason for her total, unwavering commitment, but no one needed to know why this case was a labor of love.
    She definitely felt her clients’ pain — that was reason enough.
    Now she had to convince a jury of their peers.
    If she could do that, the hospital would feel the pain, too, in the only way it could — by kicking out a gigantic payout, the many, many millions her clients richly deserved.

    Womans Murder Club 5 - The 5th Horseman
     

     
    Chapter 17
    MAUREEN O’MARA MADE A RUSH for one of the courthouse elevators, stepping in then starting as a man in a charcoal-gray suit joined her just as the doors were closing.
    Lawrence Kramer gave her a brilliant smile, leaned forward, and pressed number four.
    “Morning, Counselor,” he said. “How are ya doing so far today?”
    “Never better,” she chirped. “And you?”
    “Perfecto. I had about three pounds of raw meat with my eggs this morning,” Kramer said. “Breakfast of Champions.”
    “Sounds kind of bad for your heart,” Maureen said, giving the hospital’s lead attorney a sidelong look. “You do have a heart, don’t you, Larry?”
    The big man threw his head back and laughed as the elevator lurched upward toward the courtroom.
    God, he has a lot of teeth, and they’ve been whitened.
    “Sure I do. I’m going to get my cardio workout in court, Maureen. Thanks to you.”
    At forty-two, Lawrence Kramer was a gifted defense attorney — smart, good-looking, and in his prime. All that and he was rapidly gaining national media presence as well.
    O’Mara had seen him interviewed a few times on Chris Matthews’ Hardball about one of his clients, a football star accused of rape. Kramer had held his own against Matthews’ verbal machine-gun attack. It hadn’t surprised Maureen, though. Hardball was Kramer’s game of choice.
    And now Lawrence Kramer was defending San Francisco Municipal Hospital in an action that could throw the hospital into receivership, even possibly shut it down. But more important was that Kramer was defending the hospital against her.
    The elevator stopped on the second floor of the courthouse, and three more passengers crowded into the small