Novel & Cerita Michael Connelly Lincoln Lawyer Series

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.”

Ulan says to Micheal. "This won't be too much stressful,as for him he's definitely going to prison and the rest too after asset are all cease sold and sent to the families and I'm so sure of that" Micheal said. "They won't need lawyers since they confess to it already" Ulan said and gave Micheal the recording of Mrs Lincoln down to Mr Dexion confession. "Thanks,this will be a blow on media but we still haven't caught that kidnapper and it's might give boss impressions of we leaving to the case and focusing on another one" Micheal said.

They cant return to Nicole with excuses. “He’s not easy to trail Rose. That’s what bothers me a lot”, Lincoln replied. If he was an ordinary citizen like himself, perhaps he would have sent men after him already. “That means you know him. Who’s he?”Rose asked. Is there anyone who cannot be trailed easily besides the politician and the armed men? “Allen Lyon, the eldest master of the Lyon family”, Lincoln answered and Rose gripped his hand in fear. “President Lyon?”She blurted out:

After Rome let go of Charles's hand, he scowled at Rome and then stared at the bruise on his skin. Ignoring the look of anger on his face, Rome approached Catherine and then stopped a foot away from her. With a hint of remorse in her eyes, Catherine hastily said, "I'm sorry for pulling you away from…" "It's okay. You don't have to be sorry." Rome said, gazing into her eyes as he took her hands in his. "Lincoln is here. He's my father's lawyer. The best in the field, and he's going to help us figure this out."

Michael listened as Lincoln left his desk, walking briskly before the sound of a door shutting echoed through the line. When Lincoln spoke again, his voice was low. “Bernardo Provenzano is not a name we throw around lightly. The government itself doesn’t touch him. Hell, we had an open investigation on him, but the President shut it down. If they find out I’m looking into this—” “Please, Lincoln,” Michael interrupted. “This isn’t just business. It’s personal. Someone’s life is at stake.” Lincoln sighed heavily. Michael remained silent, waiting. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lincoln spoke.

Also seen arriving was Dermot O'Connor, cousin of Killian O'Hara, who also happens to be the country's top lawyer in these cases, and arrived twenty minutes later. It made my blood freeze; O'Connor was known for getting his high-profile clients out of tricky situations, and I was shocked to hear he was taking this case. O'Hara had been caught in the act, literally; there was no way he was going to walk away from this. I strode into the Precinct flanked by my legal team; I was Colonel-in-Chief of the most prestigious, secretive Tactical Armed Forces Team in the world; it wasn't just the most elite soldiers I could count on. My legal team made Dermot O'Connor look like a junior paralegal.

"We'll have evidence. Soon. And when we do, your client is going to need more than expensive lawyers. He's going to need a miracle." Lincoln smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. "Officer Mackenzie. I've been practicing law for twenty-five years. I've defended everyone from mob bosses to corrupt politicians. I know every trick, every tactic, every move you're going to make before you make it. And I promise you, if you come after Astor Sinclair without ironclad proof, I will destroy you in court. Are we clear?"

Michael pushed Anthon away and held out a hand. When he saw Lincoln frowning, he hastily explained, "I'm the CEO of Lynch Corporation, Michael Lynch. We met at a charity auction." Lincoln nodded. "Ah, Mr. Lynch." "Do you still remember me, Mr. Colt? What a coincidence running into you here! Are you here for dinner, too?" Michael suddenly remembered his son was beside him. He tugged Anthon over and said, "Anthon, let me introduce you. This is the person in charge of Light Moon Designs' office here, Mr. Colt."

he audaciously answered on behalf of his sugar baby. Connor is silent while listening in their hottest conversation. "When did you learn to fuck an ass? I thought you are a womanizer—" "It doesn't matter—" Lincoln cuts his words as revenge, "in our age, and you should have a family to raise. Am I right, Luke?" Mrs. Bridget's eyes widen when the COE is clenching his fist. It is a rare sight because Luke Carter Vozinelik is not like this. Dylan breathes heavily, but he doesn't want to interfere with their conversation. Lincoln continues, "we are not kids anymore … bring me pride—"

His eyes widen up, and he comes out of the room. Connor goes to the kitchen, but he hears some begging at the other side. Butler Robert is silent when looking at him, and even his maids are shutting their mouths up. The butterflies inside his stomach are landing on the lining—giving him an itchy feeling. Connor runs at the side garage. He witnesses Paul was pinned on the car. “Brother!” He goes to Lincoln while Paul is begging out the hell of him. “I did some research and your husband is a drug trafficker before. I don’t cultivate you to become a sore, Connor….” Lincoln said coldly as always from his low baritone voice.