Linda Hayes Cheshire Novels & Stories

I went to my email to d******d the file and was stunned. I don’t know what stroke of luck is this. Linda, from the revolving restaurant in Hunter Hotel, is my subject. She was the runaway heiress. I had to clap my forehead with the uncanny coincidence.

Linda said helplessly. When Shona saw the look on Linda's face, she asked curiously, "What's wrong?" Linda didn't keep things a secret from Shona. "Shona wants to take me to Jeswood on a holiday in a few days time." Linda's words caused Shona's face to change. "No way!" Shona's voice became sharp. This startled Linda. "You can't go to Jeswood," Shona said again. "Why go to Jeswood? Isn't Empfield big enough for you? What is that girl thinking? You're not allowed to go."

She would answer for that later, in her own time, when she least expected it. "Just drive." I murmured quietly. Silently she turned forward, started the ignition and pulled out onto Pensacola Street. ******* Linda's house was on Miccosukee Road, hiding from the rest of the street behind a well-tended row of hedges and a double garage. It was much larger than anything an Athletic Director's salary should reasonably produce, with tall windows and a stone pathway leading up to the front door and outdoor lighting. "Nice place." I commented, looking up at it as we got out of the car. "Very nice. Awfully big for one person, don't you think?"

I’m not going anywhere. __ __ __ __ __ __ Linda’s POV I got down from my car and strutted confidently into the Lancaster Group building. My heels clicked against the marble floor, drawing attention, but I didn’t care. I could already hear the murmurs echoing around me. "Oh my God, she’s even more beautiful in person!" "Her skin is flawless." “That must be Adrian’s girlfriend… she’s so elegant."

“You want to look for her? It’s been so long. Wait a moment.” Chase made a phone call to the housekeeping agency and checked for a while before reaching Aunty Linda. “Aunty Linda is working as a nanny in this villa.” Chase gave him an address. “I’ll send you there.” “No need.” Shaun took the address. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it. I’m not used to you behaving like this.” Chase threw the car keys at him. “You can drive my car over. We’ll have dinner together later.”

Hayes strode through the busy precinct, mentally running through potential scenarios that could necessitate such urgency. As he approached the reception area, he spotted a man pacing anxiously, his features taut with tension. It was Casey—Linda’s husband. Hayes felt a twist in his gut as he remembered the brief conversation he had had with Linda only days before during a routine case. She had been cheerful, glowing with pregnancy, unaware of the storm that was about to break over her family. “Casey,” Hayes called out, stepping into the bright, sterile light of the reception area. Casey turned, his face a mask of dread mingled with determination. “Where’s Linda?” he blurted, desperation etchi

"It's okay. Everything's fine. You just surprised us, that's all." "Really? You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed. "I'm not used to seeing strangers around you, Tabitha." Linda laughed, and her chest and stomach were shooking. Her face had a genuine smile when she turned to Keith and held her hand to the man. "I'm Linda Jones, friend, and owner of this place. I'm so glad Tabitha lives here, and I'm not lonely anymore. Keith shooking Linda's hand and then looked at Linda, and he was mesmerized by her size and how friendly she was.

It was a typical Saturday at the lodge—buzzing with meaningless chatter and the latest round of gossip. I leaned against the railing of the outdoor common area, trying to look casual while my stomach flipped at the thought of Justin showing up to see me. Nothing particularly interesting was happening until I noticed Linda making a painfully obvious effort to get Hector’s attention—and failing miserably. It was hard to watch. She laughed too loudly at someone else’s joke, flipped her hair like she was in a shampoo commercial, and, I realized, had even dyed it a lighter shade of brown. She positioned herself within Hector’s line of sight constantly, hoping he’d notice.

My mood turns three-sixty as I sigh. How did she find us here? This has to be the wrong time for a concert. As always, dressed to kill in dark shades and a beach hat to hide her face and beauty from her fans and predators, Linda walks towards our table waving repeatedly even when Dexter averts his gaze. Although he looks away, I can't help but stare at just how stunning she is. But why is she in a beach outfit? "Tch!" I hear a small click of the tongue.

I clutched my chest, face pale. “I… I should’ve checked my horoscope before leaving the house.” Dolly leaned in and peeked through the door, spotting the advisor talking to an older professor with a full head of white hair. She turned back to me. “What’s wrong? Who did you see?” My voice trembled. “I saw Linda! I actually saw Linda Lee!” “Linda?” Dolly clearly didn’t register the name right away. “It’s her—the third heiress of the Lee family! She’s here!”