Michael Connelly Lincoln Lawyer Series Novels & Stories

Clapping him on the back, Conor remarked, “Don’t worry. Dec was telling me in the car the other day that you want to be a lawyer. If you work behind a desk like me, you don’t get shot.” Declan called out, “Bull.” Conor’s nose wrinkled. “That was a mistake.” “Almost shot himself in the foot,” Declan shared dryly, as he grabbed his beer and tossed it back, taking a deep gulp. Shay’s eyes flared, but he twisted to face Conor, his curiosity clear. “You shot yourself in the foot?” “Now, Seamus, the key to being a lawyer is getting the facts straight then twisting them,” Conor chided. “The key word there is almost. I missed by a whole eight inches.”

Shall we work together? Xeno smiled knowingly. “That’s exactly what I thought.” The police officers were shocked. Why did Arabella suddenly have two lawyers? And one of them was an American. When President Linde’s lawyer heard Michael’s name, his face turned even paler than before. Among these people, only he and Xeno knew that Michael was the best among the top ten lawyers in the United States. Michael was in Andalas for a lawyer’s conference and President Linde’s lawyer had just heard the American’s lecture two days ago, and it was wonderful.

Lincoln, Greer, and Associates. The firm was well-known, with a reputation for being ruthless and effective. But it was one name in particular that caught my attention. Declan Lincoln. He was the founding associate who had never lost a case. The reviews were glowing, praising his tenacity and willingness to fight for his clients. People said he was a shark who would do whatever it took to win. That was precisely what I needed. I couldn't find a single bad review about him. Every article and every testimonial painted him as the perfect lawyer.

Carlweigh and Luther, I made my way out of Lanie's house, walking to the bus station close to her house in the cold October air. Connor's case had been closed and I wasn't surprised, though the guilt ate hard at me. I had involved Jacob and the case had disappeared. My steps sounded on the gravel, echoing in my head as I observed the streets, noting the shops closing up for the evening. I hadn't seen Detective O'Connell again, but his partner, Michael, I had seen Michael ever since that afternoon that they had come in to question me. He always stopped by the bar at the end of my shift, trying to chat and get to know me.

“All of the sudden, Lincoln’s father who has retired from the government for years, living happily with his family has suddenly fallen ill and was rushed to the hospital yesterday. No news about him yet. Including his mother, who was the newly appointed commissioner of police has been relieved of her duties. The reason is bribery. Right now, Lincoln is exposed, he is on his own. The lawyer prepared by his father had already redrawn from the case last minute and won’t be appearing in court.” Davien shakes his head slowly, “All the evidence that Lincoln submitted to the jury has been stamped as invalid and inclusive within 48 hours. He is losing, yet he is still pushing to take the Alpha to co

"My client, Mr. Lincoln, is innocent of all the charges against him. He is not a monster, but a victim of a vicious conspiracy and a false accusation. The prosecution has failed to provide any solid proof that he kidnapped, tortured, and raped Ms. Adrienne. All they have are her words, which are unreliable and inconsistent. The so-called evidence provided proves nothing. The videos of my client and Ms. Adrienne submitted only prove one thing we are missing; Mr. Michael Ryan.

Lincoln smiled coldly without saying a word but only pat her hand. "Lincoln you're in front of the board of directors so have a little decency!" Came a sharp voice from Conan Harvey and Lincoln raised a brow at him with utter displeasure. "Have a problem with me been intimate with my wife!!??" Lincoln said with a freezing smile and Conan just turn to look at the directors present. "Lincoln what do you have in your defense??" Conan asked nevertheless and Lincoln placed his hand under his jaw leisurely. "Defense against what exactly??"Lincoln asked with a calm face.

Michael said through the phone call. "Okay then, I hope so," Lincoln said. "Yes boss, don't worry, it's even Barrister Houghton Mifflin that your father used as his lawyer," Michael said. "He is too small for me, I will win the case, you just let your mis. to be assured," Michael said. "Alright then," Lincoln said as he finally cut the phone connection. He knew that it was typical for his Dad to do such a thing and that he was expecting it to happen.....

Celine’s Pov Playing with little Henry at the park was a way I employed to escape the tense feeling and the atmosphere of futile efforts. After realizing that Aaron Lincoln was my dad's lawyer and the one in charge of the case, I put in all the effort I could to assist him, doing the little we could to sabotage and overturn the verdict. But the more we dug into the case, the more complex it became. Williams had been involved in so much fraud, and fighting the case only uncovered other hidden aspects of his dealings.

Ethan's heart sank as he stared up at Connor, his breath ragged, his whole body trembling from head to toe. He couldn't move. “Ethan?” Lincoln's voice came from the living room, accompanied by his approaching footsteps. “Oh, I see you're not alone.” Connor chuckled. “Pudding. Pudding, no!” Lincoln came to an abrupt halt, his heart skipping a beat as he caught sight of what lay before him. “So, you're Connor,” Lincoln said, his eyes hardening. “And you're Lincoln.” Connor smirked, “The other closeted abomination.”