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Informationen zum Autor Robert K. Tanenbaum Klappentext "In the twenty-eighth installment of the New York Times bestselling Karp-Ciampi series, the "rock-solid" (Kirkus Reviews) prosecutor Butch Karp and his wife, Marlene Ciampi, must team up to solve the suspicious murder of an FBI informant and battle corruption at the highest levels of the United States government. Intrigue, murder, corruption, and dramatic courtroom battles combine to make Infamy another must-read in Robert K. Tanenbaum's "tightly written" (Booklist) legal thrillers. Now, New York District Attorney Roger "Butch" Karp and his crime-fighting wife, Marlene, face long odds and imminent danger by not only seeking justice for a murdered FBI agent but also exposing and preventing a monumental betrayal of our nation's security and integrity. When a former Army veteran suddenly murders three people in New York City before giving himself up, he exclaims that he had to do it because he was being used in mind control experiments. Surprisingly, a top Wall Street criminal defense lawyer, one with ties to the White House, decides to defend the killer, claiming that his client suffered from post-traumatic stress from his tours in Afghanistan and that it's his patriotic duty to assist him. As Karp prepares a murder case against the veteran, he meets with investigative reporter Ariadne Stupenagel, who suspects that one of her sources for a story on high-level government corruption was a victim in the shooting. This points not to a random act of violence, but a hired killing that goes to the top levels of our nation. In this fast-paced thriller, Karp goes up against corruption so powerful that he, his family, and his friends are in danger if he intends to prosecute those responsible for the murder of an FBI whistle-blower. Filled with edge-of-your-seat action, stunning plot twists, and, "the best fictional prosecuting attorney in literature" (#1 New York Times bestselling author Mark Lane), Infamy will keep you guessing until the very end"--Infamy 1 Eleven months earlier THE TWO MEN STANDING IN the shadows of the gate watched as a woman dressed head to toe in flowing black robes walked toward them. They’d been following her progress since she’d left the village road a mile away and started down a long dirt path to the compound. But night was falling, and concealed by the loose clothing and veil, there was little they could see of her or what she might be carrying. “Halt,” said one of the men, stepping into the middle of the road and pointing his AK-47 at her. “What do you want, woman?” he demanded nervously in Arabic. Startled by the man’s sudden appearance and threatening gesture, the woman stepped back with a small cry. “I am sent from Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi,” she replied, also in Arabic but in a dialect more in keeping with northern Iraq. “I bring a message for Ghareeb al Taizi.” The second man now stepped out onto the road. “What did she say?” The first man frowned and turned to his companion. “What? Speak Arabic. I don’t understand Persian. Besides, it is an infidel language and grates on my ears.” “And I have a hard time understanding your old-fashioned babbling,” the second man retorted in a halting Arabic. “You Saudis are full of goat shit, so high and mighty when if it wasn’t for oil, you’d all still be wandering the desert on camels. But watch your tongue, sand flea, or did you forget you’re speaking to a VAJA officer?” “Ah, yes, VAJA, the vaunted Iranian intelligence agency. How could I forget? You are constantly reminding me,” the Arabian scoffed. “But I’m not afraid of you. I’ve fought in Libya, Yemen, Chechnya, and now here with the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria, where nobody gives a shit wh...
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Robert K. Tanenbaum
