"Last Lawyer Standing" by Douglas Corleone
Reviewed by David Marshall James
It's just another day in Paradise, save for the snakes. Trouble is, they're not confined to the trees; they're everywhere.
Trouble for the snakes is, Honolulu attorney Kevin Corvellii proves himself a primo subscriber to the notions of truth and justice.
Granted, some of that justice is meted out by the courts. Sometimes, however, Kevin hands down the Big J the Corvelli Way. Surprisingly, he's not personally big on firearms, even though he's been shot at and stabbed, the latter resulting in an injury for which KC is munching Percocet like Chex Mix.
Speaking of the former-- being shot at, that is-- KC is herein defending the drug-dealer who took down the attorney's would-be assassin.
Meanwhile, the (fictitious) governor of Hawaii, who has been caught in a highly compromising position, also wants a chunk of Corvelli's billable hours.
As if it weren't tough enough getting by on a minimal excuse for sleep, warm Diet Pepsi, and those crunchy-munchy Percocet, Corvelli receives a gift from his legal mentor back in New York City, Milt Cashman.
Milt is the sort of lawyer whose credo is "The best clients are the ones who can pay-- a lot."
As the plot plays out, Kevin Corvelli is going to be profoundly grateful for Milt Cashman's gift.
The author-- former New York City defense attorney Douglas Corleone-- devises a "never a dull moment" story of a criminal-defense lawyer facing assorted and sordid varieties of drugs, sex, and violence in and around the capital of the Aloha State. Paradise, in Corleone's hands, is not without its troubles.
Corvelli may not be the World's most religious man, but he can handle the snakes.
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