The Lincoln Lawyer Novels Novels & Stories

Lincoln was stunned when he saw the ladies he had been violent to in the past, Sarah, Samantha, Hannah and Rosemary when they came in. He knew that he had attempted to kill them so that he could somehow have an advantage in the case, but he knew that it was no longer so and all he could do at the moment was to rely on the fact that at the end of the day, he would have much more advantage with the fa y that he had destroyed the real evidence completely. The ladies sat down together on the same seat, they knew that they had been waiting for this moment and they knew exactly what they were all supposed to do at the end of the day.

The lawyer walks away. But it wasn’t. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, letting the memories of the courtroom wash over me. Her lawyer's voice cut through everything, calm and controlled, steady even when Samuel Drake tried to tear him apart piece by piece. I had watched that man destroy people on the news, careers and lives. He never lost like that. Yet Ms. Quinn's lawyer stood there, unshaken, turning the case around with precision that felt almost personal. He deserves an accolade too.

A nod made him smile. "I don't know why I can see Bang Zaweel's face at a glance, besides his handsomeness level exceeds the former, he also has better insight and personality." Lidya's assumption is not wrong, because Zaweel has already taken his master's degree in law, which makes him a lawyer. Even in Jakarta, Zaweel is known as a firm lawyer and has the best experience among his contemporaries. Haziya has not told her family at all about Zaweel's help, who offered to become a lawyer at the trial.

He had been her rock throughout this ordeal, always there to comfort her, protect her, and encourage her. The judge entered the room and everyone stood up. The trial began, and Adrienne listened as her lawyer presented the charges and the evidence against Lincoln. She felt a surge of hope as she saw the jury's expressions of shock and disgust. She hoped that they would see Lincoln for what he was: a monster who deserved to rot in jail. Then it was Lincoln's lawyer's turn to speak. He stood up and cleared his throat, looking at the jury with a calm and confident expression. "My client, Mr. Lincoln, is innocent of all the charges against him. He is not a monster, but a victim of a vicious cons

Flint grunted in understanding and faded away. I met Lincoln in the parking lot. I played the part the world believed me to be quite well. A rich bachelor who had a business he helped build with his father. A man who dotted all the I’s and crossed all the T’s. Donated to every foundation around by day and whisked away eligible ladies by night.

I breathed in, trying not to get pissed. “I was in the fucking millitary, Alvah, I know what regular guns and regular bullets look like! So next time you want to lie to me you better make up some convincing bullshit! You're a lawyer, you can lie to other people I don't care but you can't lie to me!” “Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—”

“Everyone assumed the safe was emptied by his lawyer. But I got there first.” “Why didn’t you burn it?” “I was going to,” he said. “But then you started showing up in places that made it clear you were too close. Too vulnerable. And too alone.” He stepped forward. “So I kept it. For leverage. Or insurance. And now…” He trailed off. “Now?” “Now I’m giving it to you.” I narrowed my eyes. “Out of the goodness of your heart?” He actually laughed short and sharp. “No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.”

"If you're serious about getting out, contact this lawyer. She's the best in town, and I've already briefed her on your case. She can help since I can't." Lila hesitated before taking the card, staring down at it. "And you? What's your angle in all of this? You were pretty quick to help after learning your sister is who my husband cheated on me with. How did I not know you two were related? Her last name isn't Lincoln." I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. "We look nothing alike, thankfully. Let's just say I have no love for Castor Roman or what he represents. You deserve a fair fight. And Lincoln isn't my last name either."

Then he leaned over and signed his signature on all of them. “You are now as powerful as me, and not because of my name.” Mr. Ford uttered with pride in his eyes. “I should take my leave.” Lawyer Lincoln said as he stood to his feet. After gathering all the papers, he left the study and gently shut the door behind him. “Do you know the Johnsons?” Rome asked out of curiosity. “The who?” Mr. Ford asked. “The Johnsons. They have a son named Dash Johnson.” “That name doesn't ring a bell.”

She arrived at the law firm at exactly eight o’clock. Barely five minutes after she sat down in her office, Hunter knocked and stepped inside. “Liz, Mr. Lincoln and his lawyer are here.” She nodded. “Alright, take them to the conference room. I’ll be right there.” “Got it.” Ten minutes later, Liz pushed open the door to the conference room. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mr. Lincoln’s lawyer, Tim Chapman immediately stood. “Ms. Smith, it’s been a while.” “Mr. Chapman, long time no see. I didn’t expect we’d meet again under these circumstances.”