Marcia Clark is a former LA, California deputy district attorney, who was the lead prosecutor in the O.J. Simpson murder case. She wrote a bestselling nonfiction book about the trial, Without a Doubt, and is a frequent media commentator and
columnist on legal issues. She lives in Los Angeles.
MARCIA’S FIVE FAVORITE FEMALE CRIME FIGHTERS….
Peel (aka Diana Rigg) of “The
Avengers”: Before it was cool to let women fight and carry guns, this
woman did it all, and in a black cat suit no less.
Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison in “Prime Supect”:
Jane is brilliant, tough, straight-talking; a woman who walked the walk without
ever resorting to the cartoonish extremes of either trying to be a man or the
outrageous coquette. And Helen
Mirren is literally the only person who could play her.
Rita Fiore: The hottest female lawyer on two spectacular
legs (thanks, Robert B. Parker!). She was Spencer’s
“go-to” gal for all kinds of help and information. Every bit as predatory, tough
and smart as any man, she and Spencer shared a perpetual, yet unrequited
Scully of the “X Files”: Cool as a cucumber, the rational,
scientifically-minded counter-part to Mulder. Scully was a woman who could run
without pin wheeling arms and wield a gun with believable authority. And, for a
change, a woman was the logical, more emotionally balanced end of the team.
Nancy Drew: one of the
earliest intrepid females and the heroine of my early childhood. In fact, she’s
one of the reasons I wanted to be a thriller writer. At eighty years old (yep,
eighty) she’s still out there crushing crime.
GUILT BY ASSOCIATION:
Guilt by Association
tenacious, DA Rachel Knight lives and breathes her work and disdains office
politics—a combustible combination that often gets her into trouble. She is a
stalwart member of the elite Special Trials Unit, a small group of handpicked
prosecutors that handles the toughest, most sensitive, and most celebrated cases
in the Los Angeles District Attorney’s Office. At the end of a typical ten-hour
day, Rachel has her sights set on an ice-cold martini at the Biltmore Hotel,
where she lives. But on her way she’s sidetracked by the wail of sirens and the
commotion of a crime scene. Cops swarm around a seedy motel, where Rachel is
surprised to discover that Jake, a dear friend and fellow prosecutor, has been