Unclean Hands

Brian Avers nails Rick Waterston’s voice—equal parts grumbling and haunted, with the kind of gravelly exhaustion you’d expect from someone who’s been putting out fires with a squirt gun for years. His pacing is impeccable, especially in the quieter moments where Rosenberg’s writing shines. The narration doesn’t overcompensate for the story’s simmering tension; it lets the prose do the heavy lifting, which is exactly what this material needs. That said, the production does stumble slightly in a few early chapters where the audio feels a touch too polished, as if the team was trying to smooth over Rosenberg’s raw edges. It’s a minor gripe, but one that stands out in an otherwise immersive listen. What makes *Unclean Hands* memorable isn’t just the plot—it’s the way Rosenberg forces you to sit with Rick’s worst impulses. The legal maneuvers are secondary to the man’s personal collapse, which is both refreshing and uncomfortable. The trial itself is a ticking time bomb, but the real drama unfolds in Rick’s head, where guilt and greed wage a silent war. My only major critique? The ending wraps up a touch too neatly for a story that’s spent so long wallowing in messiness. Still, if you’re looking for a legal thriller that’s less Perry Mason and more *The Informant!*, this will hook you fast. Avers’ performance sells it, Rosenberg’s writing lingers, and the whole thing leaves you questioning just how far you’d go to save your own hide.