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Praise for James Sheehan and his Novels

THE LAW OF SECOND CHANCES

“An assured and elegant narrative voice that elevates this nontraditional legal thriller…a suspenseful, respectable courtroom thriller.”


Kirkus Reviews

“[A] compelling second novel…disparate story lines are deftly woven into a stay-up-all-night-to-finish-it look at the criminal justice system and the people it snares.”

—New York Law Journal

“Proves that sequels can give a good author a second chance at success...A legal thriller with a surprising twist at the end. Will that twist lead to a third Jack Tobin novel? Sure hope so.”


Tampa Tribune

“Fast-moving and tightly written…boasts a gripping story and characters who will make the reader care. All in all, a stylish and engaging novel.”

—Richard North Patterson

“A trial lawyer in the Tampa Bay area, Sheehan blends courtroom nitty-gritty, Florida nature imagery, and a tender understanding of the bonds of love.”


St. Petersburg Times

“Sheehan creates an involving thriller that is also a moving meditation on love and friendship.”


Booklist

“A first-rate…page-turning courtroom drama.”

—Rhode Island Lawyers Weekly

“Plenty of legal derring-do and interesting characters make this a worthy successor to Sheehan’s first.”


Toronto Sun

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“An action-packed and gut-wrenching story that is sure to delight its readers. The twists and turns of this courtroom drama keep the reader guessing until the very end. Packed with action and emotion,
The Law of Second Chances
captures every ounce of anticipation of a drama where a man’s life is on the line.”

—Florida Bar Journal

THE MAYOR OF LEXINGTON AVENUE

“A powerful debut legal thriller…exciting.”

—Chicago Tribune

“Bold…harrowing…[an] assured first novel, which gets the blood up.”

—The New York Times Book Review

“Engaging…engrossing.”

—Rocky Mountain News

“Not only is this a top-notch legal thriller, it’s also a moving story about love, guilt, personal redemption, and friendship. Sheehan is a truly gifted storyteller, and the novel’s format is fresh and clever...This is a terrific novel, a genuine literary achievement.”

—Booklist
(starred review)

“This first novel has all the ingredients of a satisfying page-turner...and an added plus: intelligent commentary about the inherent flaws of the capital punishment system.”

—St. Petersburg Times

“[A] fierce and masterful piece of work.”


Variagate.com

“Sheehan writes with bleak clarity when he’s sharing the dirty tricks of his trade in the harrowing trial scenes, but there’s a touch of the poet in his voice.”

—Marilyn Stasio,
The New York Times Book Review

“If you like South Florida crime novels, legal thrillers, and courtroom dramas, then you’ll love
The Mayor of Lexington Avenue
...This is a debut novel, but it reads like it was written by a master of the genre.”

—Nelson DeMille

“Sheehan’s powerful debut. . .reads like
To Kill a Mockingbird
on steroids.”

—Chicago Tribune

“Mesmerizing.”

—Tampa Tribune

“This is the kind of novel you want to curl up with and read straight through—a fast-paced, dandy debut!”

—Rocky Mountain News

Other Titles

By James Sheehan

The Mayor of Lexington Avenue

The Lawyer’s Lawyer

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

THE LAW OF SECOND CHANCES

Copyright © 2008 by James Sheehan.

Cover photograph © Greg Pease / Getty Images

All rights reserved.

Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2007047101

ISBN: 978-1-4820-0858-6

eBook ISBN: 978-1-63001-165-9

To my sweet sister Kate, whose boundless energy,
knowledge, enthusiasm, faith, and love
are so responsible for my success as a writer
.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART ONE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

PART TWO

CHAPTER 38

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 40

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER 43

CHAPTER 44

CHAPTER 45

CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 47

CHAPTER 48

CHAPTER 49

CHAPTER 50

CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 52

CHAPTER 53

CHAPTER 54

CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 56

CHAPTER 57

CHAPTER 58

CHAPTER 59

CHAPTER 60

CHAPTER 61

CHAPTER 62

CHAPTER 63

CHAPTER 64

CHAPTER 65

CHAPTER 66

EPILOGUE

NOTE TO THE READER

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

PART ONE

1

New York City, August 29, 1998

Benny Avrile wasn’t a bad guy. He just looked for the easy way out of things—like every major obligation in life. Consequently, he had to steal a little to eat and sell a little to get something for himself. Cocaine, marijuana, liquor—it didn’t matter to Benny. Whatever he could get his hands on. He steered clear of heroin and crack, though. The boy knew his limitations. He wasn’t an addict—at least, that’s what he told himself. He simply needed some help to deal with the stress of living on the street. People didn’t understand the mental strain involved in not working, in not supporting a family, in not being responsible for a household. It was almost too much.

Another Saturday night found Benny at the Crooked Fence, a bar on the Upper East Side. The Crooked Fence had the perfect setup for a man with Benny’s talents. It had a long bar near the front door with tables in the back. The place always rocked on Saturday nights. Benny would position himself at the bar, usually in the middle somewhere, and start talking—to anyone and everyone about anything and everything. He might be homeless, and at twenty-eight he might have abused his body more than the average fifty-year-old, but on a Saturday night, with a little shower, a little gel, and a little Kenneth Cole, in the dark shadows of the bar, Benny looked okay.

“Nice necklace,” he said to the blonde on his left, who appeared to be in her mid-thirties, the optimum age for Benny’s
conquests or, as was normally the case, his attempted conquests.

“Thanks,” she replied and then turned her back to him.

It was so perfect and he had it down to such a science. As she turned away, Benny, knowing exactly where her purse was, reached in and slipped her wallet out. Almost without looking—he had to take a little peek to be sure—he found the credit cards and put one of them in his pocket. If he took them all, she might realize too soon that she’d been robbed. With only one gone, she would probably think that she’d left it at home. Benny could do as much damage with one credit card as he could with ten, and it usually bought him more time because the victim might not report the card missing for hours, or even until the next day. He was very proud of himself for developing this system—he was a real thinking man’s thief.

A minute or two later, he tapped the blond, who was talking to another woman, on the shoulder. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Can I buy you ladies a drink?” Benny asked, giving her his fabled Li’l Abner–I’m–a–hick expression.

“Listen, stupid,” she began, turning more toward him to make her point. By the word “stupid” Benny had the wallet back in her purse. “You don’t take a hint, do you? Get lost! Do you understand that?
Get lost!”

“Okay, okay. Geez, I’m sorry.” Benny was already off his stool and headed for the door. “I didn’t mean to offend you,” he yelled back over the din of the crowd and the music as he retreated. Then he was out the door and walking down Second Avenue. “I just needed your credit card,” he said to nobody in particular as he patted his back pocket.

Half a block down the street he felt something hard shoved into his lower back.

“Don’t turn around. Just keep walking.” It was a woman’s voice, and she was behind him just to his left. Benny assumed the hard thing was a gun, and he had no intentions of trying anything. If there was going to be any negotiation, she would have to start. He could counter from there.

“I’d been working her for two days before you showed up,” the voice behind him said.

Benny breathed an imperceptible sigh of relief. It wasn’t the cops, and he wasn’t going to jail. Another thief he could deal with. It didn’t happen often, but sometimes he crossed paths with another member of the profession and they got in each other’s way. Benny was the guy who always deferred. It was easier that way.

This was probably the woman who had been talking to the blond. He’d never run into a woman before during this kind of gig.
They can get money a lot easier than that
, Benny thought. At least, it seemed easier to him.

“I didn’t know,” he replied to the voice. “I only got a credit card and you can have it, with my apologies.”

“Where is it?”

“My back pocket, right side.”

“Turn left at the corner,” she told him, still jabbing the gun into his back. They turned left onto Seventy-seventh Street. It was much darker off the avenue. They walked halfway down the block before she told him to stop.

“I’m going to remove this gun from your back and I don’t want you to move.”

“I won’t,” Benny replied emphatically.

“Then I’m going to slip that credit card out of those tight pants of yours, so don’t get excited.”

“I’ll try not to,” he said, relaxing just a little. She’d noticed his tight pants.
Maybe once we get past the credit card issue . . .

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