Fixer: A Legal Thriller

Attorney Kirk Hoffman only represents the innocent and works behind the scenes to help his clients. But when Dwayne Sachs, a contentious online influencer and the son of a former client, comes to Hoffman on a murder charge, he can't say no, even though it seems like a simple case and there is little doubt Dwayne is guilty.

He just seems the type.

Dwayne was caught on camera visiting Rebecca Shuffield in her hotel room shortly before she was found brutally stabbed to death and there are no other suspects, but Hoffman sees something others don't and signs Dwayne as a client. His investigation isn't even a day old, and everybody on Hoffman's team is convinced Dwayne is the killer, but he stubbornly pushes forward, soon discovering outside pressures trying to coerce a resolution.

Hounded by the media, chased by people hidden in shadows, and dogged by those intent on Dwayne's destruction--both friend and foe alike--it isn't long before Hoffman, his team, and even Hoffman's family are all endangered because of Hoffman's dogged determination to see this through to the bitter end regardless of the personal cost to him. Can Hoffman identify the murderer in time to stop him from killing again? Can he prove his instincts are correct without it costing everything he holds dear?

Can he discover the truth when it seems everybody around him is determined to hide it?

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The young deputy district attorney on the other side of the table reminded me of a hawk. Dominick Barnard was tall and bony with a curved nose, and his face was covered in sweat. His dark hair had enough gel to make sure his messy mop stayed in place all day, even with the rainstorm dumping buckets of water just outside the diner door. Barnard's skin was so pale that I thought he might be sick, probably because he never went outdoors for long. They worked them hard at the Salt Lake County District Attorney's office.

We were at Denny's, and I waited to drop the bomb until after we'd ordered breakfast but before it was delivered.

Barnard's hand trembled as he read the affidavit I'd just given him. I followed his eyes and saw he was halfway through the first page.

"Tell Cal Dobson he has twenty-four hours to drop all charges against my client," I said.

I felt bad for the kid and hated that he had to bear the brunt of this. That's why I was addressing him as if he were the messenger.

"And then I'll take this matter out of his hands, and it will get ugly," I added as the waiter delivered our food. I took a sip of my orange juice but didn't reach for a fork, not yet. I didn't want to distract him from his reading.

Barnard had been cocky before he'd seen the affidavit. He now bit his lip, turning whiter the further he got. I'd gotten the feeling when we'd first met up that he was proud to be doing this on his own, but he probably now wished he had the more senior Deputy District Attorney Cal Dobson with him.

Dobson was an experienced prosecutor who was supposed to be showing Barnard the ropes, but he was a real piece of work and the most dishonest attorney I'd ever encountered. I doubted Barnard was learning anything useful from the man.

I could genuinely say I liked most people on the other side of the aisle, believing them to be honest and sincere individuals who were trying to do their jobs.

But that wasn't Dobson.