I Is for Innocent (Kinsey Millhone Series #9)

I Is for Innocent (Kinsey Millhone Series #9)

by Sue Grafton


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Another “IRRESISTIBLE” (Baltimore Sun) novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Sue Grafton

I IS FOR IF . . .

Five years ago David Barney was acquitted of the murder of his rich wife, Isabelle. Now, Isabelle’s ex-husband, Ken Voigt—who is suing Barney for her estate—is claiming the jury made a fatal mistake...


Enter P.I. Kinsey Millhone, who takes the Barney case over from a former colleague…and comes up with more questions than answers. Why are Mr. Barney’s witnesses denying ever having spoken to him? Why did Isabelle have so many enemies—including but not limited to her best friend, Voight’s second wife, and her own twin sister?


But the most troubling question of all is: Why is it that everything David Barney has to say about his beloved Isabelle still checks out? Now it’s up to Kinsey to figure out who’s getting away with murder . . . .before she courts her own.

The New York Times #1 bestselling series reissued for a whole new generation of readers!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250029652
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 07/16/2013
Series: Kinsey Millhone Series , #9
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 511,023
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

SUE GRAFTON is the New York Times #1 bestselling author for the alphabet series. She has been working on this series since 1982. V is for Vengeance was a major New York Times bestseller in hardcover in November 2011. The next book in the series, W is for . . ., will come out in the fall of 2013. She currently lives in Louisville, Kentucky.


Montecito, California and Louisville, Kentucky

Date of Birth:

April 24, 1940

Place of Birth:

Louisville, Kentucky


B.A. in English, University of Louisville, 1961

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I is for Innocent

A Kinsey Millhone Mystery

By Sue Grafton

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 1992 Sue Grafton
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-312-94526-8


I feel compelled to report that at the moment of death, my entire life did not pass before my eyes in a flash. There was no beckoning white light at the end of a tunnel, no warm fuzzy feeling that my long-departed loved ones were waiting on The Other Side. What I experienced was a little voice piping up in an outraged tone, "Oh, come on. You're not serious. This is really it?" Mostly, I regretted I hadn't tidied my chest of drawers the night before as I'd planned. It's painful to realize that those who mourn your untimely demise will also carry with them the indelible image of all your tatty underpants. You might question the validity of the observation since it's obvious I didn't die when I thought I would, but let's face it, life is trivial, and my guess is that dying imparts very little wisdom to those in the process.

My name is Kinsey Millhone. I'm a licensed private investigator operating out of Santa Teresa, which is ninety-five miles north of Los Angeles. For the past seven years, I'd been running my own small agency adjacent to the home offices of California Fidelity Insurance. My agreement with the company entitled me to the use of an attractive corner suite in exchange for the investigation of arson and wrongful death claims on an "as needed" basis. In early November, that arrangement was abruptly terminated when a hotshot efficiency expert was transferred to Santa Teresa from the CF branch office in Palm Springs.

I hadn't thought I'd be affected by the change in company management since I was operating as an independent contractor instead of a bona fide California Fidelity employee. However, at our first (and only) meeting, this man and I took an instant dislike to each other. In the fifteen minutes that constituted our entire relationship, I was rude, pugnacious, and uncooperative. The next thing I knew I was out on the street with my client files packed up in assorted cardboard boxes. Let's not even mention the fact that my association with CF had culminated in the wholesale bust-up of a multimillion-dollar auto insurance scam. All that netted me was a surreptitious handshake from Mac Voorhies, the company vice-president and avowed chickenheart, who assured me he was just as appalled by this guy as I was. While I appreciated the support, it didn't solve my problem. I needed work. I needed an office in which to do the work. Aside from the fact that my apartment was too small to serve the purpose, it felt unprofessional. Some of my clients are unsavory characters and I didn't want those bozos to know where I lived. I had troubles enough. With the recent sharp rise in property taxes, my landlord had been forced to double my rent. He'd been more upset about the hike than I had, but according to his accountant, he'd had no choice. The rent was still very reasonable and I had no complaints, but the increase couldn't have come at a more awkward time. I had used my savings to pay for my "new" car, a 1974 VW — this one pale blue, with only one minor ding in the left rear fender. My living expenses were modest, but I still didn't have a sou left at the end of the month.

I've heard that no one gets fired without secretly hoping for the liberation, but that sounds like the kind of pronouncement you make before you've been given the boot. Being fired is the pits, ranking right up there with infidelity in its brutalizing effect. The ego recoils and one's self-image is punctured like a tire by a nail. In the weeks since I'd been terminated, I'd gone through all the stages one suffers at the diagnosis of a soon-to-be-fatal disease: anger, denial, bargaining, drunkenness, foul language, head colds, rude hand gestures, anxiety, and eating disorders of sudden onset. I'd also entertained a steady stream of loathsome thoughts about the man responsible. Lately, however, I'd begun to wonder if it wasn't true, this notion of a repressed desire to be unceremoniously shit-canned. Maybe I was bored with CF. Maybe I was burned out. Maybe I was simply longing for a change of scene. Whatever the truth, I'd begun to adjust and I could feel the optimism rising through my veins like maple syrup. It was more than a matter of survival. One way or another, I knew I'd prevail.

For the time being, I was renting a spare room in the law offices of Kingman and Ives. Lonnie Kingman is in his early forties, five foot four, 205 pounds, a weightlifting fanatic, perpetually pumped up on steroids, testosterone, vitamin B, and caffeine. He's got a shaggy head of dark hair, like a pony in the process of shedding a winter coat. His nose looks like it's been busted about as often as mine has. I know, from the various degrees framed and hung on his wall, that he received a B.A. from Harvard and an M.B.A. from Columbia, and then graduated summa cum laude from Stanford Law School.

His partner, John Ives, while equally credentialed, prefers the quiet, nonglamorous aspects of the practice. His forte is appellate civil work, where he enjoys a reputation as an attorney of uncommon imagination, solid research, and exceptional writing skills. Since Lonnie and John established the firm some six years ago, the support staff has expanded to include a receptionist, two secretaries, and a paralegal who doubles as a runner. Martin Cheltenham, the third attorney in the firm, while not a formal partner, is Lonnie's best friend, leasing office space from him in the same way I do.

In Santa Teresa, all the flashy cases seem to go to Lonnie Kingman. He's best known for his criminal defense work, but his passion is complex trials in any case involving accidental injury or wrongful death, which is how our paths crossed in the first place. I'd done some work for Lonnie in the past and, aside from the fact that I'm occasionally in need of his services myself, I figured he'd be good for the referrals. From his point of view, it didn't hurt to have an investigator on the premises. As with California Fidelity, I was not an employee. I worked as an independent contractor, providing professional services and billing accordingly. To celebrate the new arrangement, I went out and bought myself a handsome tweed blazer to wear with my usual jeans and turtleneck. I thought I looked pretty snappy in the outfit.

It was a Monday early in December when I first got involved in the Isabelle Barney murder case. I'd driven down to Cottonwood twice that day, two ten-mile round-trips, trying to serve a subpoena on a witness in a battery case. The first time, he wasn't home. The second time, I caught him just as he pulled into his driveway from work. I handed him the papers, disregarding his annoyance, and took off again with my car radio thundering to mask his parting remarks, which were rude. He used a couple of words I hadn't heard in years. On my way into town, I did a detour past the office.

The Kingman building is a three-story stucco structure, with parking tucked in at ground level and two floors of offices above. Across the facade, there are six pairs of floor-to-ceiling French doors that open inward for ventilation, each flanked by tall wooden shutters painted the soft verdigris of a greening copper roof. A shallow wrought-iron bracket is secured across the lower half of each set of doors. The effect is largely decorative, but in a pinch might prevent a suicidal dog or a client's sulky child from flinging itself out the window in a fit of pique. The building straddles the property and has a driveway that passes through an arch on the right, opening up into a tiny parking lot in the rear. The one drawback is the parsimonious assignment of parking spaces. There are six permanent tenants and twelve parking spots. Since Lonnie owns the building, his law firm had been allotted four: one for John, one for Martin, one for Lonnie, and one for Lonnie's secretary, Ida Ruth. The remaining eight places were parceled out according to the individual leases. The rest of us had a choice of street parking or one of the public lots three blocks away. The local rates are absurdly cheap, given big-city standards, but on my limited budget the tab mounts up. Street parking downtown isn't metered, but it's restricted to ninety minutes and the meter maids are quick to ticket you if you cheat by so much as a minute. As a consequence, I spent a lot of time either moving my car or cruising the area trying to ferret out a spot that was both close by and free. Happily, this exasperating situation only extends until 6:00 P.M.

It was then 6:15 and the third-floor windows along the front were dark, suggesting that everyone had already gone home for the day. When I drove through the arch, I saw Lonnie's car was still in its slot. Ida Ruth's Toyota was gone so I eased my car into her space, next to his Mercedes. An unfamiliar pale blue Jaguar sedan was parked in John's slot. I hung my head out the car window and craned my neck. Lonnie's office lights were on, two oblongs of pale yellow against the slanting shadows from the roof. He was probably with a client.

The days were getting steadily shorter, and a gloom settled over the town at that hour. Something in the air generated a longing for a wood fire, companionship, and the kind of cocktail that looks elegant in the print ads and tastes like liniment. I told myself I had work to do, but in truth it was just a way to postpone going home.

I locked my car and headed for the stairwell, which was tucked into a hollow core that extended up the center of the building like a chimney flue. The stairs were inky, and I had to use my little keychain flashlight to break up the darkness. The third-floor corridor was in shadow, but I could see lights in the reception area through the frosted glass in the front door. By day, the whole third-floor complex was cheerful and well lighted, with white walls, burnt orange carpeting, a forest of greenhouse plants, Scandinavian furniture, and original artwork in bright crayon tones. The office I was renting had served as a combination conference room and kitchen, and was outfitted now with my desk and swivel chair, file cabinets, a small flop-out couch that could double as a bed in an emergency, a telephone, and my answering machine. I was still listed in the yellow pages under Investigators, and people calling the old number were advised of the new. In the weeks since the move, while some business had trickled in, I'd been forced to resort to process serving to make ends meet. At twenty bucks a pop, I was never going to get rich, but on a good day I could sometimes pick up an extra hundred bucks. Not bad, if I could sandwich it in with other investigative work.

I let myself in quietly, not wanting to disturb Lonnie if he was in the middle of a conference. His office door was open and I glanced in automatically as I went past. He was chatting with a client, but when he caught sight of me, he raised his hand and beckoned. "Kinsey, could you spare a minute? There's someone here I want you to meet."

I backtracked to his doorway. Lonnie's client was seated in the black leather wing chair, with his back to me. As Lonnie stood up, his client stood, too, turning to look at me as we were introduced. His aura was dark, if you buy that kind of talk.

"Kenneth Voigt," Lonnie said. "This is Kinsey Millhone, the private investigator I was telling you about."

We shook hands, going through the usual litany of greetings while we checked each other out. He was in his early fifties with dark hair and dark brown eyes, his brows separated by deep indentations that had been set there by a scowl. His face was blunt, his wide forehead softened by a tongue of thinning hair that was brushed to one side. He smiled politely at me, but his face didn't brighten much. A pale sheen of perspiration seemed to glimmer on his forehead. While he was on his feet, he shed his sport coat and tossed it on the couch. The shirt he wore under it was dark gray, a short-sleeved Polo with a three-button placket open at the neck. Dark hair curled from his shirt collar and a mat of dark hair covered his arms. He was narrow through the shoulders and the muscles in his arms were stringy and undeveloped. He should have worked out at a gym, for his stress levels, if nothing else. He took out a handkerchief, dabbing at his forehead and his upper lip.

"I want her to hear this," Lonnie was saying to Voigt. "She can go through the files tonight and start first thing in the morning."

"Fine with me," Voigt said.

The two sat down again. I folded myself into one corner of the couch and pulled my legs up under me, considerably cheered by the prospects of a paycheck. One advantage in the work for Lonnie is he screens out all the deadbeats.

Lonnie offered me a word of explanation before the conversation continued. "The P.I. we were using just dropped dead of a heart attack. Morley Shine, you know him?"

"Of course," I said, startled. "Morley died? When was this?"

"Last night about eight. I was gone over the weekend and didn't get back till after midnight so I didn't hear about it myself until this morning when Dorothy called me."

Morley Shine had been around ever since I could remember, not a close friend, but certainly a man I could count on if I found myself in a pinch. He and the fellow who'd trained me as a P.I. had been partners for years. At some point, they'd had a falling-out and each had gone into business for himself. Morley was in his late sixties, tall and slump-shouldered, probably eighty pounds overweight, with a round, dimpled face, wheezing laugh, and fingers yellowed from all the cigarettes he smoked. He had access to snitches and informants in every correctional facility in the state, plus contacts in all the relevant local information pools. I'd have to quiz Lonnie later about the circumstances of Morley's death. For the time being, I concentrated on Kenneth Voigt, who had backed up his narrative so he could get a running start.

He stared down at the floor, hands clasped loosely in his lap. "My ex-wife was murdered six years ago. Isabelle Barney. You remember the case?"

The name meant nothing. "I don't think so," I said.

"Someone unscrewed the fisheye in the middle of the front door. He knocked, and when she flipped on the porch light and peered out, he fired a thirty-eight through the spyhole. She died instantly."

My memory kicked in with a jolt. "That was her? I do remember that much. I can't believe it's been six years." I nearly added my only other recollection, that the guy alleged to have killed her was her estranged husband. Apparently not Kenneth Voigt, but who?

I made eye contact with Lonnie, who interjected a comment, picking up on my question as if with ESP. "The guy's name is David Barney. He was acquitted, in case you're curious."

Voigt changed positions in his chair as if the very name made him itch. "The bastard."

Lonnie said, "Go on with your story, Ken. I didn't mean to interrupt. You might as well give her the background as long as she's here."

It seemed to take a few seconds for him to remember what he'd been saying. "We were married for four years ... a second marriage for both. We have a ten-year-old daughter named Shelby who's off at boarding school. She was four when Iz was killed. Anyway, Isabelle and I had been having problems ... nothing unusual as far as I knew. She got involved with Barney. She married him a month after our divorce became final. All he wanted was her money. Everybody knew that except poor, dumb Iz. And I don't mean any insult to her when I say that. I loved the woman, truly, but she was gullible as they come. She was bright, and she was talented, but she had no sense of self-worth, which made her a sitting duck for anybody with a kind word. You probably know women like that. Emotionally dependent, no self-esteem to speak of. She was an artist, and while I had tremendous admiration for her ability, it was hard to watch her throw her life away. ..."

I found myself tuning out his analysis of her character. His generalizations about women were obnoxious and he'd evidently told the same story so often his rendering of events was flat and passionless. The drama was not about her anymore, it was the tale of his reaction. My eye wandered over to the pile of fat manila folders on Lonnie's desk. I could see VOIGT/BARNEY written across the spine. Two cardboard boxes stacked against the wall contained additional files, judging by the labels affixed to one side. Everything Voigt was saying was going to be right there, a compilation of facts without all the editorials attached. It seemed weird to me — what he said might be true, but it wasn't necessarily believable. Some folks are like that. The simplest recollection just sounds false in the rendering. He went on for a bit, speaking in closely knit paragraphs that didn't yield the opportunity for interruption. I wondered how often Lonnie had served as his audience. I noticed he'd disconnected, too. While Kenneth Voigt's mouth was moving, Lonnie picked up a pencil and began to turn it end over end, tapping on his legal pad first with the point and then with the eraser. I returned my attention to Ken Voigt.


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“Intelligent, fast-paced, and filled with memorable characters . . . Kinsey remains as engaging as ever.” —The New York Times Book Review

“Smart, tough, and thorough…Kinsey Millhone is a pleasure.” —The Bloomsbury Review

“Kinsey is one of the most persuasive of the new female operatives…She’s refreshingly free of gender clichés. Grafton, who is a very witty writer, has also given her sleuth a nice sense of humor—and a set of Wonder Woman sheets to prove it.” —Boston Herald

“Kinsey’s got brains and a sense of humor.” —Kirkus Reviews

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I Is for Innocent (Kinsey Millhone Series #9) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 88 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've been re-reading Grafton's series and I like this book the most so far. Great pacing, interesting premiss, and many motives for the murder. Ending was high energy. Fun read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this one more then the previous titles. Kinsey really has her work cut out for her when a fellow private detective dies of a heart attack and she has been selected to take over his accounts. When she gets his files they are mismatched and some are missing. She gets to work and soon finds out he was getting too close to the truth and he may not have died from his bad eatting habits at all. The main case she is working on is the murder of Iz Barney a few people had a motive, but David Barney Iz's husband is the one on trial. As you go through this book you will get tripped up on who actually murdered Iz and when you find out you might be surprised.
Slim20 More than 1 year ago
I thought this was pretty good and it took me a minute to figure it out. Lonnie Kingman is in a bind. He's smack in the middle of assembling a civil suit, and the private investigator who was doing his pretrial legwork has just dropped dead of a heart attack. In a matter of weeks the court's statute of limitations will put paid to his case. Five years ago David Barney walked when a jury acquitted him of the murder of his rich wife, Isabelle. Now Kingman, acting as attorney for the dead woman's ex-husband and their child (and sure that the jury made a serious mistake), is trying to divest David Barney of the profits of that murder. But time is running out, and David Barney still swears he's innocent. Patterned along the lines of a legal case, "I" Is For Innocent is seamlessly divided into thirds: one-third of the novel is devoted to the prosecution, one-third to the defense, and a final third to cross-examination and rebuttal. The result is a trial novel without a trial and a crime novel that resists solution right to the end. When Kinsey Millhone agrees to take over Morley Shine's investigation, she thinks it is a simple matter of tying up the loose ends. Morley might have been careless about his health, but he was an old pro at the business. So it comes as a real shock when she finds his files in disarray, his key informant less than credible, and his witnesses denying ever having spoken with him. It comes as a bigger shock when she finds that every claim David Barney has made checks out. But if Barney didn't murder his wife, who did? It would seem the list of candidates is a long one. In life, Isabelle Barney had stepped on a lot of toes. In "I" Is For Innocent, Sue Grafton once again demonstrates her mastery of those telling details that reveal our most intimate and conflicted relationships. As Kinsey comments on the give-and-take by which we humans deal with each other, for better and sometimes for worse, the reader is struck yet again by how acute a social observer Ms. Grafton can be. Frequently funny and sometimes caustic, she is also surprisingly compassionate-- understanding how little in life is purely black and white. Except for murder. Somewhere out there, a killer waits to see just what Kinsey will find out. Somewhere out there, someone's been getting away with murder, and this time it just might turn out to be Kinsey's.
Guest More than 1 year ago
¿I¿ is for Innocent was a fast paced mystery that has interesting, realistic characters, that are fun to know. The action of the story keeps you reading and will not let you go until you are done. The beginning of ¿I¿ is for Innocent starts slower, but picks up quickly as the story proceeds. This was a great way for the action of the book to develop. The pace keeps you looking to what will happen next. You naturally try to figure out when something important will happen. The characters are so real you feel as if you have known them for years. P.I. Kinsey has the sarcasm of a true smart aleck, a quality that adds humor and relief to the drama of the mystery. Henry, the loving neighbor, and his hypochondriac brother, William, make you feel all warm and mushy inside. Along with the master mind David Barney and overeating Rhe Parsons you have a whole bunch of individuals that when put together make this books so much fun to read. The way the mystery unfolds, holds your attention until the very end of the novel. It keeps you wondering who is the killer, when is Kinsey going to figure it out, why all of this is happening. There is no way you can put this book down until Kinsey writes her at letter in the prologue. ¿I¿ is for Innocent is a thrilling mystery that keeps you wondering and guessing at what is going to happen next. I love this murder mystery; its wild and it will keep you at the end of the chair.
Bookworm1951 More than 1 year ago
Like all the books in the series, this one is fast paced and keeps you guessing. In addition to the murders, the likeable main characters are interwoven throughout. The story behind the story if you will. One of the best series out there.
Factoid-filer More than 1 year ago
A very good read that is not easily predictable with a page from O'Henry. Very different from "A" to "H". I enjoyed this book.
bucmjt More than 1 year ago
I is for Innocent by Sue Grafton is another win for Kinsey Millhone.  Although this one was a bit more violent than the others, I completely enjoyed the story line.  Kinsey is a terrific detective, so it was fun to read how she put the pieces together after following a fellow PI.  I love this series.  I just cannot get enough.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was so good. I love this series and plan to read the rest of the series. If you like a cozy mystery this book for you.
RollingT More than 1 year ago
The long and detaile descriptons of trivia are becoming tiring bu they are easily skipped. The rest of the tale is still interesting so I'll stick to it for a whle longer.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Enjoyed reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A super read
ThePolyBlog More than 1 year ago
BOTTOM-LINE: A decent mystery, not awesome character development for the sub-characters . PLOT OR PREMISE: Kinsey has new office digs with Lonnie the lawyer, and her new case is to help him with a wrongful death case against a guy who skated on a charge of murdering his wife through a peephole in the door. . WHAT I LIKED: There are lots of little clues that suggest what is really going on, and Kinsey is following in the footsteps of one of her old PI pals, Morley, who died of a heart attack. Or did he? There's a sub-crime or two, and Kinsey gets her hands dirty mucking in people's lives to get to the truth. . WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE: There is a series of interactions with a couple of people who should go out of their way to tell Kinsey to take a hike, and yet they calm down and continue to help her after she explains she's just trying to help. . DISCLOSURE: I received no compensation, not even a free copy, in exchange for this review. I am not personal friends with the author, nor do I follow her on social media.
kaulsu on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Murder with a twist that I should have suspected since it was so unexpected. Turns out the murderer was totally vile--Henry's brother William comes for a visit, driving Henry insane...but not to worry, Rosa she fix it.
bookworm12 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Kinsey is back for another adventure in her life as a private investigator. She¿s been kicked out of her former offices, California Fidelity, and she¿s started and new partnership with a local lawyer, Lonnie Kingman. She¿s helping him investigate his cases in exchange for rent-free office space. The only drawback is the struggle to keep her investigative methods above board. If called to testify in court she needs to be beyond reproach, so breaking and entering is no longer and option. Morley Shine, a fellow P.I., dies and Kinsey takes over a 6-year-old cold case he had been working on. She¿s trying to help Kingman find evidence against a man accused of killing his wealthy wife, but the details don¿t quite add up. Soon she finds herself in the middle of a bigger mystery than she¿d originally bargained for. A hit and run, shots fired through a peep-hole in a door, poisonous mushrooms and her landlord¿s hypochondriac brother all complicate matters. As with all the Kinsey Millhone books, if you like the series, you¿ll like this. If you don¿t, this one is no different. I love having these books as a break or buffer between some of the bigger, meatier classic or modern lit books that I enjoy. They are a great palette cleanser. If I read Henry James and then dive straight into Edith Wharton, the two tend to blur in my mind. Having a quick mystery with the no-nonsense Kinsey is a perfect buffer.
miyurose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another winner from Ms. Grafton. I was afraid I would be bored with this series by now, but I'm still getting pulled into these. The past 2 have been excellent. I like a book that makes me make time to read it.
benfulton on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Kinsey's character gets a smidgen of development in this one, She's supposed to have had her confidence shaken by getting fired from her job as an insurance investigator. But realistically, she doesn't change much, continuing to hit the pavement and interview the witnesses, put their stories together and get into a scrape at the end just like always. The villain shows surprising complexity at at the end, even if it gets revealed in what Mr. Incredible would refer to as "monologuing".I'm focusing on the negatives. With all that said, Sue Grafton is a really good mystery writer and these books still feel fresh, with the plot and characters both holding your interest. I'm always ready to read a little more Kinsey.
MathildeB on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Since Kinsey Millhone was fired by California Fidelity Insurance, Kinsey lost her usual swagger. And her new case is not easy. Attorney Lonnie Kingman is going to court in a civil suit in three weeks when his P.I. drops dead of a heart attack. With the statute of limitations running out, Kinsey has to tie up the loose ends of a murder investigation. The victim, an artist named Isabelle Barney had been shot with a .38; her husband David Barney, was released off the murder. Now her ex-husband is suing Barney for Isabelle's estate, claiming the jury made a big mistake. Things get complicated when Barney gets to Kinsey, insisting he's innocent. Everything he says checks out. But if David Barney is innocent, who's guilty?I would recommend this book mostly for adults or teenagers at least 14. I think this is a good book, but for the reader to enjoy this book you must like mystery and suspense and like Scott Turow¿s writing method.
libraryman_76021 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Well, so far this is the best of the series. Kinsey is still recovering from being ousted from her previous workspace at California Fidelity and takes a case with her new landlord, attorney Lonnie Kingman. Unfortunately for her, the case -- a civil suit filed by Lonnie's client against the man acquitted of a six-year-old murder -- doesn't go quite as planned.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great read! Slowly working my way down the alphabet.... and once again, Sue Grafton does not disappoint.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've enjoyed several of Sue Grafton's alphabet mysteries, and this was the most enjoyable. The writing was up to her usual wonderful standard, the characters interesting, and the culprit unexpected. I had a great time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Again, another fine read from Ms Grafton! Humorous, this side of thrilling, gripping story and a wonderful ending! Always a joy to find myself right there with Kinsey. Thanks.
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Carstairs38 More than 1 year ago
A Change Brings Kinsey Back in Top Form The end of the previous book in the Kinsey Millhone series found our PI main character getting fired from her part time job at the insurance company California Fidelity. It left me wondering how author Sue Grafton would move the series forward in “I” is for Innocent. The book opens a few weeks later, and Kinsey has landed a new office, this time inside a law firm. Once again, she is independent, agreeing to take some cases for the lawyer while still taking on her own clients. But in this case, she is taking on a case for the lawyer, Lonnie Kingman. Five years ago, Isabelle Barney was murdered on the day after Christmas. Her husband, David Barney, was arrested for the crime, but acquitted. Now, David is being brought into civil court. Ken Voight, Isabelle’s ex-husband, is suing David for wrongful death. Lonnie is actually Ken’s lawyer, and Kinsey is being asked to reinterview witnesses and shore up the case. Kinsey gets the case a couple of weeks before the trail is supposed to start due to the death of a fellow PI due to a heart attack. His notes are a mess, so Kinsey finds herself retracing his steps. But as she interviews Isabelle’s friends and family, she begins to wonder just what happened five years ago. Could David actually be innocent? If he is, who really killed Isabelle? I thought the last book in the series was the weakest to date, but I am happy to report that Kinsey is back in fine form here. The plot kept me engaged the entire way through, and it surprised me several times along the way as well. The focus on this series is always Kinsey, but I found that I had missed her landlord, Henry, and Rosie, who owns the neighborhood bar, in the last couple of books. I’m pleased to say they are back in fine form here and provide great comic relief. The other supporting players we’ve gotten to know in previous books are just reduced to mentions, which makes sense since they are employees of California Fidelity, and we appear to have moved beyond that. I have a feeling we’ve met a couple of new supporting players in this book, and I liked them. Which leaves us with the suspects. As with most of the books in this series, we spend the most time with Kinsey talking to them, and this batch of suspects is wonderful. When Sue Grafton is in top form, she can create complete characters with just a few lines, and that’s what she does here. I’m continuing this series is audio, and Mary Peiffer is still the narrator. She so perfectly captures Kinsey and her world. I can see how partnering with a lawyer will bring Kinsey a wider variety of cases, and if “I” is for Innocent is any indication, we are in for some wonderful rides. Don’t hesitate to pick up this book today. I’m anxious to see where things will go next.
Samantha1020 More than 1 year ago
I waited way too long to read this book since finishing H is for Homicide. I almost forgot how much I love this series and Kinsey herself. Craziness, I tell you! It was an absolute joy to read this book and get back to this series. Kinsey as always is up to her usual hi jinks investigating a case where the defendant was found not guilty and now a civil case is being brought against him. Her job is to basically make a case so that he doesn't get off free this time. From the very beginning I found myself completely immersed within this book. I couldn't stop reading it and was squeezing in reading time wherever and whenever I could. It was just so fun to get back to reading about all of my favorite characters. I also really liked the mystery in this story. Was the defendant innocent of murder like the jury had found? Or had they gotten it all wrong and let a killer off free? The questions were there throughout the entire book and I didn't figure it out until the very end when Kinsey did as well. I read these books entirely because Kinsey is such a great main character! I love reading about her adventures and really just about her in general. The author is so detailed with her books that it just all seems to come alive while you are reading. I especially enjoy the fact that these are set before cell phones and the internet. Kinsey uses the phone book and library while she is investigating a case rather than just looking things up online. It's a throwback to a different time and different kind of lifestyle and I love visiting it. I say that fully aware that I love the ability I have to stay in touch by cellphone with my oldest at all times (this is the Mom in me coming out - LOL!). The ending of this book was very well done and unexpected. I love that with this series I usually never guess how it is all going to end. Doesn't mean that I don't try but I'm usually always wrong. I just flew through the pages of this book and now I really want more. Looks like a visit to my used bookstore is needed to get J is for Judgement soon! Overall, I found this to be a delightful addition to one of my very favorite mystery series! I waited way too long to continue my reading of this series but I won't be making that mistake with the next book. I don't think that you need to read this series in order but I would recommend it. There is just so much to enjoy with these books and I can't recommend them enough! I feel like this is a must read series for mystery fans. Highly recommended! Bottom Line: Another great addition to one of my favorite series. Disclosure: I purchased a copy of this book from my local used bookstore.