Jordan Brown Case Novels & Stories

"I'm currently working on that, boss. I'm still trying to get an item of theirs to proceed with a DNA scan..." "So that obviously means it's the latter; it was just an assumption on your part!" Jordan said sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief. "Boss..." "Save it!" He snapped, a blend of disappointment and annoyance coursing through him. "You know I thought you'd never say anything stupid to me someday, but I guess I was wrong." Norman shook his head, trying to defend himself but Jordan wasn't having it. He said firmly, his eyes filled with seriousness. "Until I see a fucking DNA result, affirming your claims, this doesn't mean shit to me. If anything, it's just a dumb assumption of y

"Everything will be fine." She shook her head. "It's not that easy, Zee." A deep frown creased my forehead. "Why? What did Jordan do? What crime did he commit?" "He stole from his boss, but it was only because he needed the money. I know it's wrong and...but you can help, right? You'll help him." Uncertainty and nerves hit me. "Was he caught? Is there evidence enough to prosecute him?" "Yes. Everything trails back to him."

“I don’t need any proof to know that people like Jordan Bowie have no right for you to take action. “He’s not worthy after all! “That said, this case is a bit of a hassle. “I read the files before I got in here. Everything is pointed toward you at this moment. “The waters are a little deep right now…” Harvey chuckled. “I wouldn’t be here if that weren’t the case now, would it? “There was no need to call you then. “If I guess correctly, Joseph Bauer’s probably involved in this matter. “He must be pleading for me in person at this point, isn’t he?” Ansel stood frozen for a moment before he made a phone call.

BLAKE Jordan stays for three hours. We go through my work history, mapping out everyone who might have had access to my credentials, anyone who might have held a grudge. It feels productive in a way nothing has since my arrest, like I'm finally doing something instead of just waiting for the system to chew me up and spit me out. "This David Brennan," Jordan says, scrolling through his phone. "He works at Meridian Consulting now. Corporate ethics division, ironically." "That's pretty vague. What does that even mean?"

"So let's begin. This is Mr. Brown, and for those who don't know him, he used to be one of the soldiers of the Diamond Pack's army. He was recruited when he was really young by Arden Thompson himself." The uproar was extremely loud once Arden's name was mentioned and it took a few minutes for people to stay silent again. "Everyone here understands the situation that you're in, and I'm assuming you do as well, right, Mr. Brown?" The man nodded, and he seemed really nervous. "Just to clarify, Mr. Brown is under the use of a substance that inhibit his ability to shift, for everyone's safe, including his own, during this trial." the judge continued.

I am well aware of Jordan's cruelty, so I am sure he will not accept his defeat so easily. Last night, at Bella's party, Derrick Merchant announced his retirement from his law firm and named his daughter as the new heir. Bella is unquestionably an excellent attorney, but given the dearth of capable attorneys in the state, I wonder who will represent Jordan Lucas this time. "Breaking news: Mr. James William declares that he will be prosecuting the case of Jordan Lucas." My heart sank upon hearing the shocking breaking news on television.

“Now I see you weren’t the danger. He was.” The room went quiet again. Not tense. Just… full. Full of things that had been left unsaid for years. Finally standing in the light. Jordan stood. He didn’t reach out again. He simply said, “You deserved better.” And walked out. Evelyn and I sat in silence. Then she opened the folder, flipping through the first few pages. Her brows lifted. “There’s enough in here to dismantle their entire internal case.” I exhaled. Not with relief. But with something colder. Determined.

Jordan sat there making notes for himself just so he could later work out a schedule for it all. “Make sure you pass on the information to the PR department and lawyers. I don’t want these three events to mess with things anymore.” Malcolm hated not having clear evidence about the connections between these events. “It’s done. I sent the last of the reports to them yesterday evening so the documents could fully brief them before this morning.” Jordan updated “I want our friendly rat to start poking around at the market. See if he can find out who is hiring their people to do these things.” “I’ll contact him once we’re done here. She we see about the Den? No one has stepped forward to claim hi

Jordan stormed out of that house, peering at Ryan, who read a book in the garden. He still regrets that day. If he had never told him about the visible scar, life might have been different for him. He could have proposed a thorough investigation at the Dayholt mansion. It would have saved an innocent life. Jordan sighed in his armchair. His telephone rang. He took the gold-rimmed telephone receiver. “Hello, attorney Jordan speaking.” “I’m from Hamsterdum police department. Officer Drake. About Mr. Dayholt’s case…” “I told you many times to wrap that case.”

"She wanted me destroyed." "Well, now we have proof." Marcus checked his watch. "Court starts in three hours. Jordan, I'll need you to come with us. Your testimony and evidence will be crucial." "Already planned on it." Jordan stood. "One more thing, Ms. Carter. I'm sorry. For following you, for being part of this even tangentially. You didn't deserve any of this." "Thank you," I said. "For having a conscience. For doing the right thing."