San Antonio DA Christian Sinclair (Grudge Match, 2004, etc.) is floored by two blasts from the past: an assault case turned murderous and a murder that won’t stay solved.
During his stint as a defense attorney, Chris Sinclair got high-school teacher Henry Claremont acquitted of raping his student Cynthia Olin. Three days later, somebody met Henry at the scene of the alleged assault and bashed his head in. Now, four years later, the Lieutenant Governor wants murder charges filed against basketball-coach-turned-administrator Hike Grimason, and Chris reluctantly joins special prosecutor Patricia Lindsay in her attempt to put him away. He’s not enthusiastic about the case. The state’s evidence seems weak, and Hike’s attorney, fearsome Corrine Donaldson, has been in bed (literally) with the trial judge. The real problem, however, is that Chris is distracted by another chapter of ancient history that’s blown up in his face. Malachi Reese, the “monster of empathy” Chris put on death row in Angel of Death (1998), is claiming that the murder for which he was convicted was actually committed by his double—a man Chris has already glimpsed twice, a man his daughter Clarissa will get a good, close look at when he begins to stalk her. Meantime, Chris’s psychologist lover Anne Greenwald is preoccupied by still another case.
Brandon’s courtroom scenes shine, but this time he rehashes too much material from the past, and the seams between plots are too glaring.