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Choices: Volume II of the Lincoln County Law Trilogy

Choices: Volume II of the Lincoln County Law Trilogy

by Jerri Blair

ASIN: B01KIO7JMO

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Published in Mystery & Thrillers/Mystery, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Mystery & Thrillers, Literature & Fiction

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J.T. Lockman faces the challenge of a lifetime when he is appointed to enforce a teenager’s fundamental privacy rights while also representing a man charged with murdering his gay lover. He must face his own prejudices about issues that divide public opinion as his cases progress through the judicial system and come to terms with choices that matter and choices that don’t exist.

Sample Chapter

The Days of Jihad

Dr. Joseph Caldwell stood by the front window of the clinic wishing he were somewhere else, any place in the world that was not a battleground where religious conviction jousted with personal choice in a perpetual war of the uterus. It wouldn’t be so difficult for him to watch if it didn’t so profoundly interfere with his ability to give a safe sojourn to women seeking refuge from the emotional turmoil that their physical condition brought them when faced with making such a choice. It mattered not if their condition was brought on by carelessness or the violent rejection of their right of refusal, most of them came to him in a state of emotional distress. It was his heartfelt desire to send them on their way as healthy and relieved of stress as he could.

Fridays and Saturdays were always a nightmare for him but he’d made a promise to himself one night long ago, and he was a man who kept his promises, even those he made to himself. He was bound and determined that he would provide a safe place for the women who came to his clinic seeking to terminate an unwanted or unhealthy pregnancy. Even though he hated spending two days a week of his precious time on Earth as the target of vicious animosity, there was no way he could abandon the needs of the women he served. It would violate his oath to himself and his memory of the first woman he’d ever loved.

That long ago night when he’d first promised himself that he’d find a way to serve the needs of women in the crisis of an unwanted pregnancy was one of those pivotal moments in time that had rippled out into his life, defining who he was and what he became. It was the driving force of his continuing presence in a part of the medical profession that was shunned by many and avoided by most.

Back in December of 1972…that was when his fate was set…that was when he took the oath that charted the course of his life…back in 1972…

He was working late in the emergency room, almost sleepwalking as he headed toward the end of a thirty-six hour shift, something every intern was expected to do as a part of the medical profession’s version of hazing. His only rest had been on a cot in an examination room, where he never really got a wink of peaceful sleep, just half-wakeful catnaps in the short intervals between the medical emergencies that presented themselves regularly at all hours of the day and night. He was so ready to leave behind the chaos of the ER for the comfort of his bed at home.

He was standing behind the front desk, flirting with a pretty new student nurse who was manning the desk, trying her best to look professional as she smiled up at him. He was thinking about asking her to get some dinner with him the next night. He hadn’t had a date in well over three months, and he was feeling a little lonely.

The woman he really wanted to see had disappeared from his life. He’d been hopeful the first few weeks after he’d last seen her, but he was beginning to believe she’d never be back, and all he really wanted was a little friendly tete a’ tete with a pretty girl. The soon to be nurse fit the bill to a Tee.

“So how about dinner tomorrow night?”

She’d blushed just a little which pleased him greatly. Then she smiled and said, “I’d like that very much.”

He heard the ambulance pull up outside, siren still wailing, lights flashing, technicians racing to bring in a patient. The sounds and sights were familiar, but always presaged the most difficult of challenges, especially to a resident with one foot halfway out the door.

He sighed and said, “I’d better catch this one before I leave.” He walked toward the door as the gurney was being pushed through by technicians whose sense of urgency was palpable. He tried hard to hide the bone deep tiredness he felt, his face a study of neutral concern, as he approached the patient.

Then he saw who lay on the gurney, and adrenaline shot through his body like a drug rush, washing away the dregs of his long shift like a tidal wave. All thoughts of dinner with the pretty girl disappeared, vanished into nothingness. It was her. It was the only girl he wanted to go anywhere with for the rest of his life, the woman he wanted to marry. When he’d met her just three months before, he’d decided that she had to be the most beautiful girl in the world, certainly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Now, in the harsh light of the ER waiting room, she looked like a warmed over corpse clinging to life by a thread. His heart swelled with love at the sight of her. Then the knife of pain stabbed his chest, making it hard catch his breath. Fear like none he’d ever known before, even in the jungles of Vietnam in the middle of a fire fight, rose like a ghostly presence that froze him in his tracks.

Three months before, she’d been the perfect elixir for the pain that overwhelmed him after losing his first patient to a staph infection that he’d just plain missed. He knew it happened to everybody, and everyone in his class had tried to cheer him up, but nothing could assuage the guilt. And then loneliness had overcome him when he’d realized that he didn’t have anybody, that there was no one with whom he could share his grief, nobody to hold his hand and make it right, or as right as it could be. He’d headed for the closest bar to lose himself in a river of whiskey, to surround his savaged psyche with the inane chatter of a place where people went to find somebody to love for the night or at least an hour. He needed a woman to cure his self-imposed depression. Nothing else would do.

Continues...

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Jerri Blair

Jerri Blair

During her thirty year career as a trial and appellate attorney, Ms. Blair was involved in many high profile cases that impacted the law as well as her clients' lives. Now she spends all of her time writing.

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