I made a huge embarassing gaffe in an earlier version of this review. My apologies.
This is the fifth appearance here by my friend Michael Mallory.
When a client goes to attorney Scott Turley they know they are scraping the bottom of the barrel. He lives in a room at the Y and his dinner is whiskey.
So it is a surprise when Carl Bone the Third, son of a city councilman, comes to him. Seems he killed an old college buddy in the alley next to the bar where he worked. Turley knows the ropes and has some tricks up his sleeves, but fate has a few aces he will need to deal with...
My favorite line: "While confession might be good for the soul, it was terrible for billable legal fees."