John Grisham Novel Crossword Novels & Stories

What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels. Matthew had a similar taste to hers. All in all, their whole team read similar kinds of books and listened to almost the same music. They often went to concerts in smaller groups, so it couldn't be otherwise. Without looking at the titles, Jo chose one novel written by Cussler. She loved the adventures of Dirk Pitt and his childhood friend Al Giordino. After a few hours, a sharp pain woke her up. It was already dark outside. It looked like she had slept all afternoon. She sat up and took a moment to regain her thoughts before she walked out to find Matthew in the kitchen.

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Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

Seconds later, he dropped into the seat beside her and discovered she was reading a John Grisham novel. “Grisham huh?” “Reading these stories is as close as I get to using my law degree.” “I see. Are your eggs any good?” She nodded as he waved the waiter to his side, and asked for the same thing she was having before turning back to glance at her. “Well?” He prompted “You sure you don’t want to get something in your stomach first? Because what I have to say is heavy.” “Maybe I should cancel my order then. Would be a shame to barf it all out in a couple of minutes if it’s as heavy as you say.”

Dock Yard Twelve fell quiet again—only the river’s slow movement and the faint groan of a distant train. Eva turned toward Alexander fully. “This doesn’t end tonight,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But tonight, we took something back.” Eva exhaled, feeling the truth settle into her bones. They had baited the trap. They had held the line. They had caught the one who thought he could move money and bodies without ever being seen. And when the intermediary had panicked and tried to run, the Cross family had been ready. This time, fear didn’t win.

“Some are calling you the female John Grisham. For a first time author, how does that make you feel?” Stupid question, Alex thought. “Well, Stephanie, I could say that John Grisham is the female Rachel Clark...” Great comeback, Rach. The reporter obviously didn’t share Alex’s appraisal of Rachel’s remark. “Uh, what I meant was that your book, Legal Briefs, is set in a law firm.”

Satisfied with himself, he quietly lies down on the bed and closes his eyes… Time to scare the shit out of these fuckers…. The Grishams were lazily sprawled across the room in the small hotel. Mr. Grisham was sitting on a chair flipping through the newspapers to see if there was anything mentioned about them or Charlotte. Mrs. Grisham was excitedly packing their luggage for the big move...and Archie…he was sleeping on the bed after tiring himself of the only toy available...the Rubik’s cube. And then someone knocks on the door… “Yes?” Mr. Grisham tries to sound brave but fails miserably.

Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.