Evidence

Evidence comes in many forms. It can be the discarded lolly wrappers under the couch.  The mice droppings in the garage, the scribble on the wall (with the give-away backwards ‘e’,) or my twenty-four year old Cabbage Patch doll with layered hair and a pile of orange wool on the carpet. It can be many things, but without a doubt a chewed up party doggy bag intended for a little girl, incriminates our four-legged friend. Well, the biscuits were in the shape of dog bones!

So why are we so compelled to solve the crime and use the evidence to piece it all together? Because we like results and we need to know the truth.

I didn’t hesitate to pick up A Prisoner of Birth, written by Jeffery Archer.  A friend’s wife has an enormous bookcase bursting with books to read and suggested I take it. Archer is the great master at suspense. I was interested to see if he could sustain his brilliant plot driven stories?

The ups and downs of Archer are well documented and he revenges the justice system in this novel. Parallels can be drawn between this novel and Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King and Alexandres Dumas’s The Count of Monte Cristo.

Danny Cartwright is the central character who is the scapegoat for a drunken violent act of a very influential group of people. Cartwright is jailed and strikes up a friendship with Sir Nick Moncrief. As the friendship develops so too does Danny’s plan for revenge and finding the evidence to pin the true aggressors.

It’s not Kane and Abel but it’s a good read with a 30 million dollar twist.

As for our four-legged friend – the proof was in the canine tear and the location of the doggy bag minus its doggie biscuits and chocolate – in her dog bed!