The “best fictional prosecuting attorney in literature” (Mark Lane, #1 New York Times bestselling author) Butch Karp returns in this white-knuckled and timely thriller about a radical organization of armed militants bent on the cold-blooded murder of uniformed on-duty police officers. Tensions have been building between the police force and the black rights activists in Harlem, and they reach a boiling point when a cop shoots down a seemingly unarmed teenager. The community, believing the teen had no weapon, rises up in anger and demands to have the officer prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. But there’s something more than a call for justice at work here: a plot to bring down the city’s police force through a conspiracy so vast and malicious only N.Y.D.A Roger "Butch" Karp and his band of truth-seekers can untangle it. Karp, along with Marlene and an eclectic cast of characters, seek to unravel the murder mystery without fear or favor. The prosecution of this heinous crime will be Karp's greatest confrontation with the forces of evil yet. With more than fifteen million copies of his books in print, Robert K. Tanenbaum is a true "master of the legal thriller" (Vincent Bugliosi) whose straight-from-the-headlines adventures keep you rapt until each stunning and "postively balletic" ( Booklist ) conclusion. PRAISE FOR WITHOUT FEAR OR FAVOR “Energetic…Tanenbaum, himself a lawyer, writes with brio and brings the final, decisive courtroom scenes to satisfying life.” -- Publishers Weekly Robert K. Tanenbaum is the author of over thirty books and os one of the most successful prosecuting attorneys, having never lost a felony trial and convicting hundreds of violent criminals. He was a special prosecution consultant on the Hillside strangler case in Los Angeles and defended Amy Grossberg in her sensationalized baby death case. He was Assistant District Attorney in New York County in the office of legendary District Attorney Frank Hogan, where he ran the Homicide Bureau, served as Chief of the Criminal Courts, and was in charge of the DA’s legal staff training program. He served as Deputy Chief counsel for the Congressional Committee investigation into the assassinations of President John F. Kennedy and the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. He also served two terms as mayor of Beverly Hills and taught Advanced Criminal Procedure for four years at Boalt Hall School of Law, University of California, Berkeley, and has conducted continuing legal education (CLE) seminars for practicing lawyers in California, New York, and Pennsylvania. Born in Brooklyn, New York, Tanenbaum attended the University of California at Berkeley on a basketball scholarship, where he earned a BA. He received his law degree (JD) from Boalt Hall School of Law at the University of California, Berkeley. Visit RobertKTanenbaumBooks.com. Without Fear or Favor PROLOGUE TELEVISION CORRESPONDENT PETE VANSAND GROANED as his driver turned onto Centre Street and they saw the seething crowd in front of the Criminal Courts Building. Both sides of the street swarmed with agitated people, as if someone had stirred up an ants’ nest in Lower Manhattan. Everywhere he looked, people were shouting—some actually shrieking in their excitement—adding to a cacophony of outraged honking as yellow cabs, delivery trucks, and passenger cars tried to navigate around pedestrians who darted back and forth across the street. The angriest and loudest voice blared from the small grassy park opposite the massive gray edifice. A short, cadaverous-looking black man on a bullhorn urged the crowd. “What do we want?” He cupped his ear to hear the response. “JUSTICE!” the crowd screamed. “When do we want it?” “NOW!” On the sidewalk in front of the building, a cordon of black-uniformed riot police in helmets and carrying clear polycarbonate shields stood shoulder to shoulder in a large semicircle. Their job was to keep the mass of amped-up demonstrators and curious onlookers a safe distance away from a bevy of microphones that news crews had arranged at the top of a small flight of stairs leading to the entrance. More officers, in both uniforms and plainclothes, patrolled the sidewalk outside the human barrier, on alert for danger. “Jesucristo!” swore Vansand’s driver, Julio Escobar, who doubled as his cameraman. “Going to be hell to park, and I got to carry that heavy-ass camera. Looks like the freakin’ circus is in town, man.” “More like somebody left the doors open on the Bellevue psych ward and the inmates got out,” Vansand muttered. “Good for ratings.” Escobar shrugged with a sigh. “Not for us if we don’t get set up in time.” “I’m not the idiot who sent us on that fluff story to Coney Island.” “Stupid news director,” Vansand agreed. He was growing more agitated as traffic slowed to a crawl. “WHAT DO WE WANT?” the speaker bellowed. “JUSTICE!” the crowd screeched. Even with the windows of the van rolled up to keep out the oppressive sum