Pulled over for speeding on the fringes of tiny Green Hills, Texas, former San Antonio prosecutor Jordan Marshall is pressed into service entering what he's assured will be a pro forma plea for Wayne Orkney, an apathetic teen who savagely beat his best friend, Kevin Wainwright, in front of half the town. Jordan can't understand the prosecution's insistence on putting Wayne away for 30 years--until he learns that Kevin's girlfriend, Jenny Fecklewhite, the town's golden girl, had been beaten to death earlier the same day, and until Kevin dies in the hospital. Suddenly his client's on trial for homicide--and the only thing that's preventing him from being tried for Jenny's murder too is the town's reluctance to make a public display of Jenny's love affair with the presiding judge. Faced with an impossible case before a judge who clearly isn't going to cut him any slack, Jordan naturally starts his own affair with the court reporter while he's circling the wagons in preparation for Brandon's trademark courtroom pyrotechnics. All well and good, except that this time, Brandon (Loose Among the Lambs, 1993, etc.) seems a little dispirited himself. The result is professionally engrossing, but well below the level of the author's more thrilling legal thrillers.