روايات وقصص ضمن Books About Witness Protection

Even if the idea of Hudson returning home causes my heart to shake. Hudson would fly back to Maine, but at least my life could go back to normal. I need a little normal. If I even remember what normal could be in my life. Ben shakes his head and any excitement I worked up over the last forty seconds expires. "As a cop I hate to admit this, but I don't know, Amanda. I can't do witness protection because you can't testify to anything in court. But the criminals aren't aware of how little you saw. In fact, the criminals know more than us at this point."

He trails off, his left hand reaching forward. Inhaling deeply, I do my best to not flinch or close my eyes when he is staring at me. He brushes off some stray hair from my neck and his thumb trails down the side of my neck. All this while, his eyes are gazing into mine. He is distracting me. He is making me lose focus. He is tempting me into telling him things, I am determined to not tell anyone. “ You confess to everything and we will provide you witness protection. ” He states the first option, which is unacceptable for me.

Recovered text from Rafael’s father’s investigation. ⸻ WITNESS LOCATION UNKNOWN SUBJECT PLACED UNDER PROTECTION ⸻ Dianne felt her chest tighten. Protection. That word had shaped the last twenty years of her life. ⸻ Lucian zoomed further into the recovered file. “There’s another note.” “What note?” Rafael asked. ⸻ Lucian read it slowly. “If the witness is discovered by the wrong party, the entire operation collapses.” ⸻ Rafael stared at the screen. The message was clear.

If I went to the police with what I knew. They could take me into hiding. What was it called again? The witness protection program. I would be safe and he would be behind bars forever. Or would he? Who's to know if he didn't have contacts at the federal level. An assassin like him had to work for a higher power who was probably under another higher power. I wasn't going to remain alive very long, witness protection or not. But if I stayed, I had a, maybe fifty percent chance of living. Isabelle was waiting. Very patiently. Her hazel eyes held a note of tenderness but also determination. She was going to fight for and with me no matter what.

The headline makes my stomach drop. BREAKING: Federal Witness in Genesis Case Found Dead "Who?" I breathe. "Dr. Sarah Mitchell. She was going to testify about the funding sources." Morrison's voice is grim. "Car accident. Brake lines cut. Professional job." Luciano moves behind me, reading over my shoulder. His hands tighten on my shoulders. "They're eliminating witnesses," Morrison continues. "Anyone who can testify against them. Which means—" "We're targets," I finish. "Yes. I'm arranging protection for the survivors from the facility. Safe houses, new identities if necessary. But you four..." He pauses. "You're too high profile. Your faces are all over social media. Hiding you would be ne