Tuesday’s Sampler: Silenced Justice by Joe Broadmeadow


In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Tuesday’s Sampler features an excerpt from Silenced Justice by Joe Broadmeadow, a compelling new novel of corruption, greed, and the search for truth.

As one reviewer said: With Joe Broadmeadow’s second novel Silenced Justice he has impressed me with his skillful plot lines and masterful writing. His story is original and interesting. His characters are believable and he has created a worthy and very believable hero in Lieutenant Josh Williams. If this book is any indication of the books he has yet to write I know we’re going to hear a lot more from Broadmeadow.

The Story

Without Truth, there is no Justice!

Lieutenant Josh Williams is back in this latest thriller from Joe Broadmeadow, Silenced Justice.

When his former boss, retired Lieutenant Chris Hamlin, asks him to reopen an old case, Josh uncovers the shocking truth behind an innocent man’s death in prison. In 1972, Darnell Grey, accused of a series of rapes and a homicide, is beaten to death in the prison while awaiting trial.

As a black man accused of crimes against white women, a justice system intent on vengeance uses all its resources to secure his imprisonment. Evidence of his innocence is ignored, witnesses manipulated, and the truth locked away, putting him into a racially volatile prison system. With his death, his memory and the case against him fades into the past.

Determined to bring the matter to light, the deeper Josh looks into the case, the more dangerous it becomes for him and those he loves. Discovering a darker, more sinister conspiracy in play, Josh risks everything to uncover the truth.

A truth that unveils hollowness and corruption at the very core of government and our Justice System.

˃˃˃ A Must Read Police Thriller

A black man, framed for crimes he didn’t commit, is brutally murdered in prison and those responsible let him die along with the truth. Silenced Justice takes you into the behind the scenes world of the Justice system and those that use it for their own purpose. If you care about the truth, if you care about Justice, you need to read this book.

The Sampler

Joe Broadmeadow
Joe Broadmeadow

September 11, 2009

7:15 AM

Rehoboth, Massachusetts

“Do you have a busy morning?” Keira Williams asked her husband.

“Nope,” Josh said, finishing the last of his breakfast.

“Can you drop my car off for an oil change?” putting on her suit jacket and picking up her briefcase. “I’ll take your truck to work.”

“Of course, isn’t that what a husband is for?”

“Glad you know that. I gotta run, call you later,” kissing him on the cheek. “I’m in court this afternoon, but I should be home before you, any dinner preferences?”

“Ha, you’re not going to cook are you?” Josh laughed. “My stomach hasn’t recovered from the last time.” He ducked as Keira threw the dog’s toy ball at him.

Cassidy, their eighty-pound Labrador, assuming this meant playtime, charged at Josh, fighting for the ball.

“Great, now she’s going to want me to amuse her,” Josh said.

“Learn not to insult your wife’s cooking,” Keira smiled. She grabbed the slobber-soaked ball from the dog and threw it at him again.

“Hey, you got dog slime all over me,” Josh said, using two fingers to remove the ball from his lap.

“Good, serves you right.”

Cassidy danced around in front of Josh, maneuvering to entice the ball from him. Josh opened the sliders to the deck and tossed the ball, sending the dog scurrying outside to chase after it.

“There, problem solved. Now back to me avoiding food poisoning. How about I cook so we both have a chance of surviving?”

“Suit yourself,” Keira said. “I am getting better,” arms folded across her chest. “I made a delicious dinner last week.”

“You heated up a plate of baked stuffed shells that I made. Then, you called me five times to ask me how to set the oven. That is not cooking, that is following simple directions,” Josh said, pulling her close and kissing her.

“I’ll take the car, go shopping, come home, and make dinner,” Josh said, hugging her. “You can just sit there, look pretty, and watch me.”

“I’m glad we settled that,” Keira said, looking at her watch. “Talk to you later, I gotta get out of here.” She opened the cellar door, smiling back at Josh, and walked downstairs to the garage.

They built the house in Rehoboth three years ago after Josh’s trial, and acquittal, on Civil Rights violations. Keira fell in love with the area. They hid the house in the woods to enjoy the more private, rural environment.

For Keira, it was a short drive to her law office in Providence. For Josh, it was an even shorter ride to the East Providence Police Department.

Josh waited until he heard the garage door opening, then reached into his briefcase and took out an envelope. Opening the flap, he withdrew the letter. No matter how many times he read it, he could not wrap his mind around the words.

Preliminary indications…potential for cancerous…inconclusive, requiring more testing…

Josh reread the letter, disbelieving the words. He didn’t hear the cellar door open. Sensing something, he looked up, surprised to see Keira.

“Forgot my phone,” she said. “Is something wrong? You have a weird look on your face.” Her eyes narrowed, hands on her hips.

“What? Oh no,” Josh answered. He tossed the letter face down on the table, hoping the casual gesture would quell her curiosity. “Reading a report from a case I’m working.”

Keira eyed him for a moment, “You can’t fool me. You do realize that, right?” glancing at the letter. “If it’s one of your surprises, I’ll figure it out.” She went to the living room and grabbed her phone from the coffee table. As she walked past him, she brushed her hand over his cheek. Her eyes sparkling, she said, “You can never fool me, Mr. Williams.” Her eyes darting again to the letter, she headed down the stairs.

He watched the door close.

Well, maybe just a little I can.

Josh let out his breath and waited as his heart rate returned to normal. He put the letter back in the envelope and slid it behind the Bluetooth keyboard in his iPad case, hoping she’d never look there.

Cassidy clamored for Josh’s attention, bouncing up and down on the rear deck, ball in her mouth, demanding to come in. Josh opened the slider. Cassidy thanked him with an enthusiastic shaking of wet fur from the romp in the woods, pelting Josh with water.

“Dammit Cassidy, I already took a shower,” grabbing the dishtowel and wiping himself off. “I gotta go. Go take up your guard dog position.”

Cassidy ignored the order, dropping the ball at Josh’s feet, trying to get him to throw it again. She followed him around the room, dropping and retrieving the ball several times in her quest for more playtime. Failing that, she sulked to her dog bed, curled up, and went to sleep.

Josh opened the cellar door and looked back at the snoring Cassidy. “You have quite the life there, Cassidy. Stay off the couch.” He locked the door and headed to the car.

Cassidy’s ears went into full alert status. She kept her eyes closed, tilting her head to listen as the garage door opened, then closed. Her eyes opened one at a time. Lifting her head, she stood up, stretched, walked to the front window, rested her snout on the sill, and watched Josh drive away.

She hesitated a moment, moving her ears around listening for any sounds and sniffing the air. Satisfied she was alone, she bounded to the soft couch, jumped up, circled several times to make a proper nest, and went to sleep. She would stay there until the sound of the garage door sent her scurrying back to the dog bed.


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