Free The 9th Judgment by James Patterson, Maxine Paetro

the guy who was making the drop. Can’t remember
     his name, but he was wanted for armed robbery. So anyway, the mope pulled a gun, and Maury Green got caught in the cross fire.
     That put a break in the supply chain.
    “You know,” Cooper said, “if your Hello Kitty was using Green to fence his goods, he may be stuck with this million-dollar
     chunk of yellow ice for a while. Could be your cat’s up a tree, doesn’t know how to get down.”

Chapter 31
    YUKI HUGGED THE tanned, graceful woman who opened the door.
    “God, it’s been what, six years? You look the same!” Sue Emdin said to Yuki, the whole time looking at her like
Gee, I haven’t heard from you since graduation, so what’s this about?
    As they walked through the house, Yuki and Sue chatted about their days at Boalt Law, and once they were comfortably seated
     outside on the wraparound porch with iced tea and cookies, Yuki brought up Casey Dowling and how she’d died.
    “You want to talk about Casey
officially?
” Sue asked.
    “Uh-huh. But what’s the difference, Sue? Casey is dead, and we owe it to her to help catch her killer.”
    “Understand, both Marc and Casey are my friends,” Sue said. “I don’t want to say anything behind Marc’s back.”
    “I do understand, and right now, this is between us,” Yuki said. “If you know something, you have to tell me, and you have
     to let me use my judgment. You’d expect the same from me.”
    “All right, all right. But try to keep me out of it, okay? When was the last time I asked you for a favor?”
    Yuki laughed, and Sue joined her, saying, “Never, right?”
    “This is the first time.”
    “Between you and me, Casey told me she thought Marcus was having an affair. There. I said it.”
    “Did she have any proof? Did she suspect someone in particular? Did she confront Marcus?”
    “Slow down. One question at a time,” Sue said.
    “Sorry. Backing up, now. Did Casey have any proof that Marcus was screwing around?”
    “No, but she was suspicious. Marc’s always been a letch. He put his hand on my butt once or twice. Hell, he’s a movie star.
     But Casey said, and I quote, ‘He’s gone off me.’ Meaning he didn’t have the hots for her anymore. That’s all the proof she
     had—none—and at the same time, she was alarmed.”
    “Did she confront him?”
    “Yuki, you’re not thinking Marc shot Casey?”
    “Not at all. He’s clean. But it helps to know if there was trouble in the marriage.”
    “I’m a lawyer, too, remember, and I’m telling you Marcus didn’t do it. Marc totally loved Casey. He thought she was a riot.
     He said he’d never had a boring moment in the four years he was married to her. Ben and I went over to Marc’s house last night,
     and he was devastated. He said he was dying from grief. And even if he was fooling around, he wouldn’t have left Casey. He
     certainly wouldn’t have—I can’t even say it.”
    “Would Casey have divorced him?”
    Sue Emdin sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe. She told me that if she found out he was cheating, she’d leave him.”
    “When did she say that?”
    “Tuesday night.”
    “Sue, Casey was killed on
Wednesday
.”
    “Look somewhere else, Yuki. Trust me on this. It was that cat burglar. Marcus didn’t do it.”

Chapter 32
    PETE GORDON WAS hunting along the Embarcadero, the eastern roadway that fronts the bay, running from 2nd and King, past the
     Ferry Building, and north under the San Francisco–Oakland Bay Bridge, an artery traveled by locals and tourists alike. People
     flowed around him on foot, on bike, on skateboard, as the setting sun licked at the indigo sky.
    Pete had picked his target outside the Ferry Building, a reed-thin blonde wearing a hooded black Windbreaker over her long
     black skirt, her clothes billowing and snapping in the breeze. Made him think of a woman in a burka.
    The thin blonde was pushing a kiddo in a stroller, a calm child in pink who seemed to be taking in the travelers getting