Novel & Cerita Books About Witness Protection

"The catch is you have to give us real information. Actionable intelligence. Enough to bring RICO cases against at least three major organizations. And you have to testify in open court. Put yourself at risk. Make yourself a target." "You're asking me to become a witness against the mob. People who kill witnesses." "We'll provide protection. Witness security. Relocation if necessary." "Relocation? My children are in school. My wife runs a foundation here. We have lives. You're asking us to give up everything." "Not necessarily relocation. Just protection. Security details. Precautions. Most witnesses against organized crime live normal lives with proper security." Margaret intervenes. "Can w

she asked. “Yes, there won’t be any divulgence of sensitive material today,” Agent Gregory answered, then said, “Amelia, Adrian. You’re both going to be placed into the Witness Protection Program. There are too many moving parts with the MID case, and we need you both safe until the conclusion of the trial.” “Fuck no,” I interjected, “I have a life and job. I can’t leave behind everything. I can take care of myself.”

I shook my head and looked at Hunter. -Do not. He looked at me blankly. -No what? I raised my eyebrows as if it were obvious. -I refuse. I'm going to go to the police and get involved in witness protection. I pass these gangster rolls and shit like that. In the books it's super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't believe it. I'm a writer and I know that real life is nothing like that of books- I patted him on the shoulder and stood up- I'm sorry, but I'm going.

Damian hesitated for a moment before responding. "Years ago, if someone witnessed something, it was easy for them to go in hiding. It's not the same now. The more technologically advanced we're becoming, the more difficult it's becoming to protect those that can't defend themselves. Such as those in the witness protection program. So I wanted to create a way to counteract these measures. So I wanted to protect those that needed it the most. How is it fair that someone else's mistake could cost another person's freedom or life?"

She hadn’t wanted it, and she surely had never wanted it for Eli. The air between us turned thick, suffocating. Finally, I turned away. I couldn’t bear to see her face when I broke the next words to her. “Your police officer friend—Ethan. He can help. He has connections. Resources. Ones even I don’t have.” “Witness protection,” Layla said, her voice low, cold. “You want me to take him up on his offer to join the Witness Protection Program.” “You would be safe—”

“Dear, did he let you sleep at all? Was he... uhm... You know... like a beast? Let me tell you, it's in their blood. His father can be...” Lucian slapped his hand on the table. “Mother! I'm still sitting right here.” “And we are asking her,” Grandma Hale said calmly. Elara tried to answer while trying hard to stiffling her laughter. “I’m okay—” But Nathan interrupted. “Blink twice if you need help.” Felix added, “We can hide you. Trust me, we will risk our lives to save yours.” Lisa nodded seriously. "Witness protection. It's a must!” Lucian turned slowly toward Elara when he heard little laughs.

He petted his panther along its trunk and waited for her to hit the sofa before starting again, “I believe you have something to talk about with Ms. O’Malley?” “Yes, uhm...Mr. Vitalis, ” Chief Moretti replied as she placed the folder she brought with her on her lap. Despite being a seasoned professional, she had her share of awkward moments, and this one rattled her a bit. She never expected that the Master and her witness would step beyond the boundaries of professionalism. It wasn’t her business though and there was never a rule for that so she just shrugged the revelation off her shoulder. “It’s personal, but since you are our sponsor of the Witness Protection Program case, I might as wel

"Detective!" Every head turned. The investigator was holding a file folder. His face had gone pale. "What is it?" Morris asked sharply. The investigator swallowed hard before answering. "I think we found Project Renewal." The room fell silent again. Carefully, he opened the folder. Inside sat a participant list. Names. Photographs. Medical evaluations. And at the very top of the page, beneath the title PROJECT RENEWAL, was a subtitle that made the blood drain from my face. Witness Protection and Identity Reconstruction Program.

Well, she was under duress, but she highly doubted any judge would do shit about it if the Hawthornes were so well connected. "We'll place you under heavy police protection if you decide to turn state witness," Elijah carried on selling her the dream, setting off warning bells in her head. She'd read the stories of whistleblowers killed under heavy protective custody. No way she'd end up like them. She may not know or understand its meaning, but Friar John and Estelle were clear; the omertá could never be broken.

“He was supposed to keep an eye on Elisabeth. It seems the interest was solely in her. The man wanted to know why she was in the area, who the man accompanying her was, and if the guards were anyone from intelligence, besides asking if Miss was in any witness protection program.” “Witness protection program? Who was this guy? Did you get a name?” I clenched my fists, worried. The person who was pursuing Elisabeth must be someone dangerous, involved in something illicit. “Greg, tell me there's more to this story!” “Sorry, according to the homeless man, the man didn't identify himself, and his face wasn't clearly visible, as he met him in a dark alley in the city and paid in cash,” Greg pulled