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“Freeman was a damn good prosecutor but in my view she didn’t play fair. A trial was supposed to be a spirited contesting of facts and evidence. Both sides with equal footing in the law and the rules of the game. But using the rules to hide or withhold facts and evidence was the routine with Freeman. She liked a tiled game. She didn’t carry the light. She didn’t even see the light.”

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The Fifth Witness

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Michael Connelly
Michael Connelly

Michael Connelly is an American author renowned for his crime novels. His works often set in Los Angeles, delve into the complexities of law and morality. Born on July 21, 1956, Connelly's writing career began with a passion for journalism, which later led to novel writing. more

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