Linda Fairstein New Books Novels & Stories

She looked at the woman in front of her and then just nodded her head silently. "Yes," she said, grasping the book in her hand. And with that, the two of them made their own way as Althea headed straight to the library. A bitter smile crossed her lips once she closed the door to the room. It was a good thing that this was a secluded place just for the Sibals, and so there won't be anyone who can come here except for those Israel has authorized. Did Linda really think that she had forgiven the man just like that? Just from a simple gesture of taking care of her when she was sick in bed?

Now, sitting at the café, she waited for Linda Stern, the sharpest reporter on this side of the Alps. Linda breezed in like she owned the joint, her leather jacket creaking, sunglasses low on her nose despite the clouds outside. She was all business, but there was always that edge of mischief about her, like she was permanently one bad idea away from pulling a fast one. She slid into the chair across from Leila, didn’t even bother with the pleasantries. “So,” she said, her voice like whiskey poured over gravel. “What’ve you got for me this time, kid? And don’t tell me it’s a knitting club you want me to expose.”

Every few seconds, her eyes flicked toward the window, as if she was gauging how fast they were going, as if she was imagining throwing the door open and running until her legs gave out. Linda chewed the inside of her cheek, her mind circling in restless loops. She didn’t like this—didn’t like the sudden intrusion of Lya, didn’t like the weight pressing down on Agatha’s shoulders, didn’t like the gnawing suspicion that something was off. But she also knew that starting a fight now, in the close confines of the car, would only pour gasoline on a fire that was already sparking. And Lya… Lya leaned back against the seat, humming a tune under her breath as though nothing in the world could touch

But then another question popped into my head, should I tell Linda now, or after we had lunch? As I descended the stairs, the aroma of food enveloped me, momentarily distracting me from the weight of the decision looming over me. Linda was busy in the kitchen, her movements precise and deliberate as she prepared our meal. Fallon was seated at the dining table, engrossed in a book, her brow furrowed in concentration. My eyes landed on Linda again and I could not help but admire her, even in moments like these, she was just so perfect. I hesitated, unsure of how to broach the topic weighing heavily on my mind. Should I disrupt the tranquility of this moment with the bombshell Meghan had droppe

DANTE “Why do you think you’re about to spiral out of control?” Linda sat across from me, pen ready over her notepad, her bright blue eyes fixed on me like she could see straight into my head. For a second, I almost laughed. I never understood why someone like her chose this job—listening to people like me spill their mess and dirty secrets. She was pretty, put-together, mid-thirties, the kind of blonde you’d expect to have an easier life. One filled with light, not other people’s darkness.

Then this new lifestyle was strange to her and she might just freak out. Linda raised her head to Lucia with a surprised look. She feared the young manager might notice the strangeness around her but now, she suspected Lucia. Was she extraordinary as her and could read the thoughts in people's minds? First was the designer outfit and now, the meal. Lucia was the strange one and if she could read minds, maybe she knew everything about her now and-- 'You're overthinking, Linda' She snapped at herself and beamed a smile at Lucia before she began eating.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Walking out of a press building, hand in hand with Stella, looking composed, focused—strong. Nothing like the frightened woman who had once asked me to save her child in exchange for marriage. She had become someone else. No. She had become herself. And she had done it without me. My heart thundered. How long had I been unconscious? How had she…? The screen shifted again. Now Linda was the one being hunted—by cameras, police, and angry protesters. The Chase Foundation building was being raided. Her assets were frozen. Her name dragged through every major outlet in the country.

It was Linda. Evelyn’s stomach tightened, a sharp coil of unease. “You have nerve showing your face here.” Linda’s mouth curved in a faint smile, one that held no warmth. “You should thank me,” she said lightly, though her tone carried tension. “I am risking a great deal to speak to you at all.” “Why?” Evelyn asked, her words flat, cutting. Linda’s eyes glimmered in the dim light. “Because you are not the only one Claudia is after. She has begun moving money—through accounts I set up years ago. Accounts she assumes I no longer control.”

I'd taken that figurine from my study and planted it in the guest room earlier, while Linda and Casey were busy toasting each other. Linda hadn't just found it. She'd photographed it and posted it in the group. I opened my phone and saw the latest reply. [OP LLLIN: Found it! Turns out she's actually a pretty famous author! Ha—she NEVER bragged about being this big!] [FFFYEP: Move fast! Check her novels, see what we can use!] A few minutes later, Linda updated again, practically vibrating with glee. [OP LLLIN: Got it! She's got this thriller from a few years back where the main character takes revenge for a girl who jumped to her death. The MC steals corporate secrets and basically destroys t