by Randy Singer
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“Singer, the attorney-author of several solid legal thrillers, turns in another winner. . . . Singer’s many fans will be lining up to read this one.”
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“This riveting and thought-provoking legal thriller is sure to please Singer’s fans and earn him new ones.”
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“Singer skillfully loosens the strings and reweaves them into a tale that entertains, surprises, and challenges readers to rethink justice and mercy.”
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“Another solid, well-crafted novel from an increasingly popular writer. . . . Its nonfiction origins lend the book an air of reality that totally made-up stories sometimes lack.”
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“The Last Plea Bargain is a superbly written book, hard to put down, and easy to pick back up.”
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“Singer’s superbly researched plot charges out of the starting gate on page 1 and doesn’t rest until literally the last page.”
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“If you’re looking for a mystery full of rich details and realistic scenarios, you will enjoy Singer’s latest. It is easy to see why Singer reigns with Christian legal thrillers. You’ll be guessing till the end.”
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“Intricately plotted, Fatal Convictions is . . . an exciting legal thriller with international overtones. In addition to the action and rich cultural information, realistic characters carry the action to its exciting conclusion.”
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“Singer’s legal knowledge is well matched by his stellar storytelling. Again, he brings us to the brink and lets us hang before skillfully pulling us back.”
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“Get ready to wrestle with larger themes of truth, justice, and courage. Between the legal tension in the courtroom scenes and the emotional tension between the characters, readers will be riveted to the final few chapters.”
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“Great suspense; gritty, believable action . . . make [False Witness] Singer’s best yet.”
BOOKLIST (STARRED REVIEW)
“A book that will entertain readers and make them think—what more can one ask?”
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“Singer artfully crafts a novel that is the perfect mix of faith and suspense. . . . [The Justice Game is] fast-paced from the start to the surprising conclusion.”
ROMANTIC TIMES
“At the center of the heart-pounding action are the moral dilemmas that have become Singer’s stock-in-trade. . . . An exciting thriller.”
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“Singer hooks readers from the opening courtroom scene of this tasty thriller, then spurs them through a fast trot across a story line that just keeps delivering.”
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“[A] legal thriller that matches up easily with the best of Grisham.”
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“Directed Verdict is a well-crafted courtroom drama with strong characters, surprising twists, and a compelling theme.”
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Singer, Randy (Randy D.)
The advocate / Randy Singer.
pages cm
ISBN 978-1-4143-9130-4 (hc) — ISBN 978-1-4143-4860-5 (sc)
1. Jesus Christ—Trials—Fiction. 2. Jesus Christ—Crucifixion—Fiction. 3. Lawyers—Fiction. 4. Trials—Fiction. 5. Legal stories. I.Title.
PS3619.I5725A68 2014
813'.6—dc23 2014001578
ISBN 978-1-4143-9078-9 (ePub); ISBN 978-1-4143-8450-4 (Kindle); ISBN 978-1-4143-9079-6 (Apple)
Build: 2014-04-10 13:27:49
In memory of Lee Hough,
agent and friend.
“Every time I think of you,
I give thanks to my God.”
PHILIPPIANS 1:3, NLT
Contents
Cast of Characters
Part 1: The Student Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Part 2: The Mentor Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Part 3: The Nazarene Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Part 4: The Senator Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Part 5: The Vestal Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Part 6: The Gladiator Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Part 7: The Conspirator Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Part 8: The Apostle Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Part 9: The Witness Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Epilogue
Author’s Note
About the Author
Cast of Characters
• Historical figure
* Fictional character
† Based on a historical figure about whom little is known
‡ Based on a historical figure whose name is unknown
* Adrianna—a Vestal Virgin selected as matron by Emperor Caligula in AD 38
• Agrippa—grandson of Herod the Great; appointed to rule over Judea and Samaria by Emperor Claudius
• Agrippina the Younger—sister of Caligula, fourth wife of Claudius, and mother of Nero
• Annas—former chief priest of Israel who wields influence at the trial of Christ
† Andronicus—a leader of the church in Rome
† Apronius—Roman senator tried for treason during the reign of Tiberius
• Caiaphas—chief priest of Israel during the trial of Christ
• Caligula—emperor of Rome from AD 37–41
* Calpurnia—a Vestal Virgin, matron of the house from AD 28–38
† Cato—Roman senator who serves as consul in AD 36
• Chaerea—a member of the Praetorian Guard assigned to protect Caligula
• Claudius—emperor of Rome from AD 41–54
* Cobius—Roman gladiator from the same school as Mansuetus
• Cornelius—Roman centurion in Caesarea
† Crispinus—Roman senator who makes his fortune as a delator, prosecuting other senators for treason
* Flavia—a Vestal Virgin selected by Emperor Tiberius
† Junia—a leader of the church in Rome
* Lucian Aurelius—a boyhood friend of Caligula who later becomes a member of the Praetorian Guard
• Lateranus—Roman aristocrat pardoned and restored to his position by Nero
* Longinus—Roman centurion with Pilate during the trial of Christ
• Macro—prefect of the Praetorian Guard from AD 31–38
* Mansuetus, the gladiator—one of Rome’s great gladiators during the reigns of Tiberius and Caligula
* Mansuetus, the son—a promising young advocate named after the gladiator
• Marcus Lepidus—a leading Roman senator during the reign of Tiberius
* Marcus Serbius—loyal childhood friend of Theophilus
• Nero—emperor of Rome from AD 54–68
† Onesimus—a slave to Philemon of Colossae and companion of the apostle Paul
• Paul of Tarsus—an apostle and leader in the early church
• Pilate—prefect of the Roman province of Judea from AD 26–36
† Procula—wife of Pilate
‡ Quintus—Roman centurion in charge of the execution of Jesus
† Rubria—a Vestal Virgin selected by the Emperor Caligula in AD 38
• Sejanus—a prefect of the Praetorian Guard and de facto ruler of Rome after Tiberius withdraws to the island of Capri
• Seneca the Younger—Roman philosopher and statesman
* Sergius—Roman soldier assigned to guard Paul
† Theophilus—a renowned Roman advocate who serves as an assessore for Pilate in Judea and later represents Paul in front of Nero
• Tiberius—emperor of Rome from AD 14–37
• Tigellinus—prefect of the Praetorian Guard from AD 62–68 and friend of Nero
CHAPTER 1
IN THE ELEVENTH YEAR OF THE REIGN OF TIBERIUS JULIUS CAESAR AUGUSTUS
I was fourteen years old when I learned what it meant to be crucified.
We hauled our own crossbeams, the twelve of us, students of Seneca the Younger, dragging them at least five miles down the cobblestones of the Appian Way. The day was hot and dry. Dust settled in our mouths and noses. I ground my teeth and felt the fine particles of dirt. I licked my dry lips, trying to moisten the thick white spit at the edge of my mouth. Sweat trickled down my face. Seneca marched ahead of us, carrying nothing but his waterskin, his sweat-soaked tunic sticking to his thick back. My own tunic was wet and grimy. My sandals squished with every step.
I had started out carrying my crossbeam, hoisting it across my thin shoulders, but I soon gave up and dragged it like most of the other students. It weighed nearly as much as me. The rough wood chafed my back, so I switched it from one shoulder to the other as I pulled it along. The only one who wasn’t dragging his beam was Lucian, two years older than the rest of us and built like a gladiator. He balanced his beam on his shoulders, yet even Lucian was starting to stoop from the load.
To make it seem real, Seneca had arranged for a Roman legionnaire to bring up the rear. He was a humorless man, stocky and unshaven with nasty breath and a spiteful attitude. This was his chance to bark orders at the sons of aristocrats as if we were common slaves. If we stopped, he gave us a hard shove and cursed us. He took big gulps of water, taunting us with how refreshing it was, then spit much of it on the ground.
“When my parents learn of this, they’ll have Seneca’s head,” Lucian said under his breath.
I was sure Seneca wasn’t worried. His job was to mold us into young men fit to be Roman senators or commanders or magistrates. This was nothing compared to the military training that many of my contemporaries would be facing in a few years. Still, we were the sons of senators and equestrians, so we cast annoyed glances at each other. Who does this man think he is, humiliating us this way?
Caligula had the lightest beam to carry. Naturally. He was my age but a few inches taller, with spindly legs and a long, thin neck. His head, topped off with curly red hair, seemed oversized for his body. Caligula had a mean streak, so I generally kept my distance. There was an unwritten rule that he was never to be crossed—not because we feared the spoiled young man himself, but because we feared his family.
His full name was Gaius Julius Caesar Germanicus. He had been born on the battlefield in Gaul, the son of the great general Germanicus and his wife, Agrippina. It was the soldiers who had dubbed him Caligula, which meant “little sandals.” He became a good luck charm of sorts for Germanicus’s troops, and they would let him march into battle with them, staying near the rear of the lines. He was the great-nephew of the emperor and might one day be emperor himself if his mother managed to poison all the right relatives.
He was also a bully.
He had been taunting my friend Marcus earlier in the walk, taking his frustrations out on the smallest among us. Now he was just plain tired.
“This is outrageous,” Caligula said more than once. Unlike Lucian, he said it loud enough for Seneca to hear. Yet our teacher ignored him and kept on walking. A few times Caligula stopped, and the legionnaire pushed him, though not as hard as he shoved the rest of us.
I kept my head down and focused on each step, counting to one hundred and then starting over again. I was in my usual spot at th
e front of the class, not far behind Seneca.
It was nearly noon when Seneca finally stopped by an open pasture on the side of the road near a small, cool stream. I dropped my beam on the ground and bent over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.
Seneca allowed us to get a drink and told us to sit on our crossbeams. He stood in the middle of our little band. The sun nearly blinded me as I looked up at him.
Seneca wiped the sweat from his eyes and began the day’s lesson. The legionnaire stood next to him, arms folded across his chest, scowling.
“You have all heard of the Third Servile War,” Seneca said, “when Spartacus led a two-year slave rebellion against Rome. The Senate didn’t take the slave rebellion seriously until it became clear that Rome itself was under threat.”
Some of my friends fidgeted on their beams, trying to get comfortable after the long walk. Not me. I could listen to Seneca all day. His curly hair, round baby face, and small blue eyes made him seem as harmless as a child. But he had a commanding voice, and I loved his wit and cynicism in the same way that I imagined Cicero’s students had once loved him. Armies destroyed people, and gladiators entertained them, but orators like Cicero and Seneca inspired them. One day I would do the same.
“Marcus Licinius Crassus was the richest man in the Senate, perhaps the richest man in Roman history,” Seneca continued. “He had more than five hundred slaves and was an expert in architecture. He knew how to control fires by destroying the burning buildings and curtailing the spread of flames to nearby homes. When fire struck Rome, Crassus and his men ran to the flames and offered an option to the surrounding property owners. They could sell to young Crassus on the spot at a discounted rate, or they could watch their houses go up in flames. As soon as they shook hands on the deal, Crassus’s slaves would extinguish the fire, and Crassus would reap his rewards.”
“Brilliant,” Caligula said.
Seneca shot him a look, but I knew Caligula didn’t care.
“At the height of his wealth, Crassus was worth more than 200 million sestertii. And because he had built his fortune on the backs of slaves, he had a great incentive to quash Spartacus’s rebellion. Since Rome’s best generals were fighting in foreign lands, Crassus raised his own army to march against Spartacus and the rebel slaves. The first several battles did not go well for Crassus. At the first sign of trouble, his men abandoned their weapons and fled. To improve morale, Crassus revived the ancient practice of decimation. Lucian, what does that mean?”
