New Jersey prosecutor Sandy Moss is tired of petty criminals, and a new job at a glitzy Los Angeles law firm seems the perfect career move. Putting 3,000 miles between her and her ex-boyfriend is just an added bonus.
But on Sandy's first morning as a family attorney, she inadvertently kills her new career stone dead when she offends her boss during a meeting with the firm's top celebrity client, charismatic TV star Patrick McNabb. But that's not as dead as Patrick's soon-to-be ex-wife, Patsy, is that evening, when she's discovered shot by an arrow, her husband standing over her.
Did Patrick really kill his wife in a dispute over a pair of shoes? All signs point to yes. But Patrick is determined to clear his name, using all the legal skills he's learned from playing a lawyer on TV, and to Sandy's deep dismay, she's the only person he'll allow to help . . .
With a spot-on sendup of Los Angeles and the movie biz, veteran mystery writer E.J. Copperman (pen name of Jeffrey Cohen) provokes plenty of laughter in his latest whodunit, Inherit the Shoes ... Though the characters are exaggerated (OK, maybe the LA stereotypes are only slightly over-the-top) they are smart, funny, and authentically human ... Copperman skillfully builds characters who each have dialogue and vocal patterns authentic to their backgrounds, be it manservant, studio executive, nerdy archery expert, or private investigator ... If readers are fortunate, they will all return in another quick-paced installment, and Copperman’s California – both a real place and a state of mind – can be revisited.