Jordan Brown Case Novels & Stories

“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."

he said, raising his voice to match hers. "What? Jordan chose Hall Corporations?" Zara jumped from her seat. Seeing that he was serious, she flipped her hair back and continued, "Oh, the video file must have blown his mind even more. Ha-ha!" Hot steam was coming out of Scott's ears when he heard that statement. "Why the hell did you do that? Do you even have any idea what you just got yourself into?" Zara's face darkened. "It's silly of you to think you can just barge into my office and question my decisions. I owe you no explanation, Mr. Brown. I entered the race just like everyone else!"

“I thought you were the rational one. Why didn’t you stop them?” I didn’t need an explanation, I could already tell what they had done to him. “He suffocated you,” Jordan said, his voice low and steady. “He was willing to let you bleed to death. Killing him was the least we could do.” “I know that. I was there,” I snapped, my voice rising. A whimper slipped out as my head began throbbing violently. “Orlando already has a case hanging over him. Even if it never reached the police, this could be the thing that ruins all of you. What if you all end up in prison because of me? Didn’t you think about that?”

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"Good. Because someone needed to. And if it was going to be anyone, I'm glad it was you. Because at least you did it for the right reasons instead of the wrong ones." At eleven thirty, Jordan was escorted from the building. Not arrested. Not in handcuffs. Just — escorted. By two people who looked like lawyers and moved with the efficiency of people who'd done this before. Jordan walked between them with their head up and their face blank and their hands carrying a box that probably contained the remnants of a decade. I watched from the window. So did Cazien. From his office. Through the glass wall that separated him from the rest of us. Our eyes met across the distance.

“Why the hell are you already assuming that this will end?” Gavin gave him a calm look. “I already told you about this, Jordan,” he pointed out patiently. “You know we got a weak case here especially with Jenna Hamilton’s written testimony and the attachment of her bank statement. The judge had actually ruled in her favor already but I requested for an extension due to the situation.” “I know,” Jordan said in resignation. He let out a frustrated sigh. “I still can’t accept that I am losing her. You know that, right? I tried everything to make her remember even just one memory. I only needed one but I wasn’t able to get one.”

Jordan grabbed a gun and pointed Cassie with it, “I’m going to need you to get out of the car.” He glared, pointing at her with the gun, clicking. “What?”Cassie’s eyes widened, hugging Blake tighter while looking at Jordan with concern. “Get out. Of the car,” said Jordan, gesturing to her, with the gun, to get out, “leave the kid… and you can take this case with 2 million dollars in it.” He added, showing Cassie a brown portfolio.