The Lincoln Lawyer Book Series Novels & Stories

** Alex sat on the cold floor in prison as he kept counting the minutes left before Lincoln arrived and attempted to beat him up. As Alex sat on the cold prison floor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had managed to plant fear in Lincoln's mind, and he reveled in the chaos he had created. He knew that Lincoln would come for him, driven by anger and desperation, but Alex was prepared. He had anticipated this moment and had a plan in motion. Meanwhile, Lincoln rushed through the corridors of jail, his mind consumed by anger and worry. Every passing second felt like an eternity as he made his way to the holding cell where Alex was being kept. He couldn't bear the thought of

Emily replied anxiously. "Calm down, Gordon still has reservations about killing me. Is the Crawford case still ongoing, Em? I hope my kidnapping won't change anything. Finish the case and don't pay attention to all the noise around you. Three terms in the Senate with too many crimes on his hands should earn Gordon a fitting punishment," Lincoln said firmly. He fully supported Emily's efforts to uphold justice. Emily massaged her temples, which were beginning to ache. Her head was pounding from the constant pressure caused by the Crawford case. The media was also starting to sniff out the case and chasing after it for a hot scoop that would shake up the entire city of Chicago.

While they were lost in their thoughts, Liam had already returned to the newly built Kane Group building in Dawsbury City. Lincoln arrived early in the morning, carrying a stack of files. "Sir, these are all the documents you need to sign today. I've set aside the problematic ones on the left. Please review them." Liam nodded, indicating for him to put all the files down. After Lincoln had completed his task and was about to leave, Liam suddenly stopped him. "Lincoln, do you think there really is such a thing as parallel universes?" Lincoln's steps faltered, and his expression became somewhat pensive.

more evidences in the right order, I knew that I mustn't miss any details as they would be arranged at all. "Alright then, let's see what happens tomorrow then," I said after closing the pages of the journal and retiring to my bed. I knew that Lincoln would definitely plan something out tomorrow and I couldn't wait to see what it would be... Lincoln was in the lounge room when he was speaking to Michael his lawyer on the phone.

When we return to Alaska, I will make my point so she will not refuse. "Where is Lin?" She asked, looking at Charles. "She went straight to her car and drove away," He replied. "She must be going to Mike and telling him about what I said earlier. Lincoln had prepared everything, even the lawyers. I didn't think that I would be able to finish things here in just a short time." She said, stopped walking, and looked at me. "It's because you own the hospital. She won't be able to hide or destroy any evidence that might be pointed at her." She added.

“FOXZ is going to adapt the book series, kissing the sun, into movies...” Widening his eyes at Noah, Mr. Lincoln felt speechless at those words, shocked that Noah struck such a deal that many had attempted to get for years and failed, and then he thought, ‘No wonder he can abandon this industry for months, and it still functions the same as when he's here.’

"The lawyers are taking over. When Marco finally snaps, don't be the one standing in the splash zone." Sally bolted without a word. The study doors felt lighter today—unlocked, Lina walked in, her boots muffled by the Persian rug. She had a leash, sure, but it was long enough to reach the mahogany desk. She knew the rules: touch the drawers or the encrypted workstation, and the silent alarms would bring Hugo and his goons before she could blink. Lina sat on the leather sofa, pulling a notepad from her jacket. her mind was locked on Ella Khan—the kind of lawyer who didn't just win cases, but erased them.

“Because I want to understand one thing. You did well enough frightening your little receptionist, so much so that when she hears the name Sinclair she shakes like a stray dog. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because of what you dumped at my door the other day.” “I don’t understand you. And if I said I did, I’d be lying,” Lincoln replied. Smooth. Always pretending to be ignorant. That was his specialty: acting clean while wading through the filth for me. But sometimes the act wore thin. I leaned forward, catching his eyes. “I want to know whether you’re completely useless or not,” I said. “Those lawyers who barged into my office the other day asking about the will, yes, we chased them

The three detectives left his office. A few minutes later, Mr. Lincoln sighed, as he immediately placed a call to his lawyer. And then told him about the statement he gave them, just in case they came for him

Too bad because I'd have worn one. He has two books on his nightstand. One is a business book that I'll admit sounds thoroughly boring. The other is Lincoln and His Admirals by Craig Symonds. I've read several Lincoln biographies and other books about the Civil War but not this one. I pick up the hardcover and hate the fact that my Nook reader is back in my apartment. I'd love nothing more than a good murder thriller right now.