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Bestselling author William Bernhardt is an unsurpassed master at blending psychological suspense with gripping, surprise-filled legal action. Now, Bernhardt and his crusading attorney Ben Kincaid return in a thrilling story of love, hate, and the power of a courtroom to separate deception from the truth.

In Tulsa, Ben Kincaid has built a national reputation as a stalwart defense attorney who will fight tirelessly for his clients. In Evanston, Illinois, Johnny Christensen has built a national reputation as a sadistic bigot who beat and stabbed a gay man and left him to die. When Johnny's mother comes to Ben and begs him to defend her son, he has one secret reason for saying no.

But while Ben turns down the case, his younger, beautiful partner, Christina McCall, does not. Traveling to Chicago and facing an explosion of controversy and deadly violence surrounding the trial, Christina steps into a case that is already nearly lost. Her client's only defense is his claim that he left his victim bludgeoned but alive. To prove that someone else committed the actual murder, Christina needs a little bit of evidence - and a good motive to go with it.

When unforeseen circumstances force Ben Kincaid to enter the trial, the defense attorney sees only one way to prove Johnny's innocence. But Ben's plan means luring a killer out of the woodwork - even though he may kill again...

A novel of gut-wrenching twists and surprises, this thriller brilliantly explores the passions between lovers - and the passions behind society's most heinous crimes. Once again, the remarkable William Bernhardt makes us challenge every assumption, second-guess every judgment, and feel the terror of the truth.

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William Bernhardt
Hate Crime

Book 13 in the Ben Kincaid series, 2004

For Theta Juan,

my mother, who taught her children

that all hate was a crime

In tragic life, God wot,

No villain need be! Passions spin the plot:

We are betrayed by what is false within.

- GEORGE MEREDITH, Modern Love

Prologue

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

Broken Arrow, Oklahoma,

in the Tulsa suburbs

1

I should feel something more, Mike thought, as he squeezed one eye closed and pressed the other against the scope. Some twinge of reluctance, or regret. A tightening in my gut, a chill at the base of my spine. A tingling beneath the short hairs on the back of my neck. But...

All he felt was the strong and unmitigated desire to complete his mission, to do what he had come to do.

If the man would just come a little closer to the window, I could blow his head off, he mused. And would. With pleasure.

Major Mike Morelli of the Tulsa PD Homicide Division pulled his eye away from the reticle and wiped his brow. The world was a different place, viewed through a sniperscope. After three hours of micro-scrutinizing the apartment walls, the windows, the shadowy figures that passed just out of range, he saw everything from a new perspective. It was all deceptively larger, closer, and, as a result, it conveyed an urgency that Mike was having difficulty subduing. He wanted those bastards so badly. If he could rip out their jugulars with his teeth, he would.

The cloud cover barely allowed the sun passage. Here on the street, behind the barricade, there was a distinct coolness in the air, one Mike felt in the marrow of his bones. He had not expected this sort of weather and had not dressed for it. Even his trademark trench coat, a carryover from his younger days when he thought it gave him the stature and credibility his youthful face did not, was insufficient to warm him. It was a gloomy Oklahoma day, the perfect mirror for what he was feeling inside.

With something between a grunt and a sigh, Mike returned his eye to the scope and prayed for a clear shot. C'mon, Mr. Kidnapper, give me a chance. Come to the window for a breath of fresh air, just a tiny bit closer. I'll give you a view you'll never forget.

"Move back!" a man shouted from the darkness of the apartment, his electronically amplified voice sounding more desperate with each word. "Move back or I kill the kid!"

He'd been shouting like that off and on since the siege began, always frenzied, always violent, and always just out of range.

"I mean it! If you're not on the other side of the street in one minute, I'll ventilate him!"

Mike heard the personal radios surrounding him crackle to life, and a few moments later they were all moving back. Again. Hour twelve of the Sequoyah Heights siege. Progress made: zero.

Mike's finger rested ever so gingerly on the trigger guard, never past the safety. But if he thought he had a shot, he'd pull that trigger so fast the SOT team and their professional sharpshooters wouldn't know what happened. He knew he could do it. He could sense the electricity surging through the stock into his shoulder. He could feel the cold steel and smell the leather strap. He had the power of life and death in his hands. But the only part that interested him at the moment was death. He wanted to pull that trigger so badly. Just give me half a chance, he murmured to himself. Just half a chance.

"Are you checked out for that weapon, Major?"

Mike eased away from the rifle, laying it on its side. Party's over.

"Yes, Special Agent Swift, I am. As a matter of fact, I'm checked out for about every kind of weapon there is. But I was only using the scope to surveil the apartment." And if you believe that...

"Just making sure. Don't want any screwups on my watch."

Her watch? When the hell did this become her watch? That was the problem with Feebies-one of several. They couldn't cross the street without trying to take charge.

"Our first priority is getting that little boy out alive," Mike reminded her.

"I'm well aware of that," Agent Swift replied. She was a petite but strong woman, Mike observed, not for the first time. Dark hair, an almost perfect match to her turtleneck. Gun holstered by shoulder strap, visible when her jacket pulled back. She managed to bring off that no-nonsense, don't-mess-with-me look without suggesting that she had an ax to grind. "But if one of my men gets a shot at one of the kidnappers, I can damn well guarantee we're going to take it."

"Good to know. Of course I wouldn't dream of interfering."

She gave him a long look. "I've always prided myself on my ability to work cooperatively with local law enforcement." Mike had to grin, both because he knew that was a crock, and because for a moment he was certain she was going to say, "I've always depended upon the kindness of strangers." Swift had come from the Chicago office of the Bureau, but she was originally from the Deep South-an Alabama girl, if he recalled correctly. Mike loved the accent-a pleasant change from the unenunciated drawl you got in Oklahoma the closer you moved to the Texas border. "That's why you're here. I wanted to keep the locals involved, but I can't have you endangering the success of my operation with any hotdog stunts."

Mike peered at her credulously. "Where would you ever get the idea I might try some hotdog stunts?"

"From everyone who knows you. Including Chief of Police Blackwell."

Damn him, anyway. Whose side was he on?

"I also know you're not so crazy about working with FBI agents. I heard what happened during the Lombardi case, so I guess you've got your reasons, but I still-"

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