Crimes Without Evidence Novels & Stories

No wonder Chase just shrugged me off when I asked him the same question, Ace had already beaten me to it. "He said it would be hard especially if there is no concrete evidence. He said a witness would not help either, it was going to be tough. The only way we could press charges is if we have concrete evidence, so unless there was a video or something like a picture, this case can never open at all," he grimaced, and my face fell to the floor. I knew it was going to be tough, it actually seemed impossible, but we still had to try. "How about Ceasar?" I asked.

Sarah was in pain all over. She was so angry that she trembled as she shouted, “I’m going to call the police!” Zoey was standing nearby. She smiled and asked, “Do you have evidence, though?” Whenever Sarah hurt someone, she did it in places without surveillance cameras. Zoey had done the same. There was no footage of Zoey pushing her, so she had no evidence even if she did file a police report.

Even in the visitation room that was without a single window, Zara could feel the cold creeping into her bones. Shelby usually liked to keep things clear and to the point, but seeing Zara looking so down, she lowered her voice. "It's only if the proof is rock-solid, okay? "Your fingerprints might be on the money, but the law puts more weight on hard evidence than just someone's word. And one piece of evidence alone won't cut it. The court will consider their charges, but if they don't have any more evidence, their case won't hold up. Try not to worry too much just yet."

Without proof that I'm actually alive, they can't prove anything except that you moved money around, which isn't a crime. "And what are you going to do?"

“Is the only evidence of the case you filed.” My forehead furrowed. “But I don’t understand. I opened the case and submitted the evidence. I mean, Vanessa was in jail, for crying out loud! You’re trying to tell me there isn’t a record of any of that? Not even a mugshot?” He shook his head in sympathy. “Nothing. Not a single trace.” I sat back in my seat, mouth agape and spirit crushed. That snake had put me through hell, but I rested easy knowing that justice would be served. Now there wasn’t even a mugshot to frame as a memento of my hollow victory.

“Paid in bitcoin.” “Sent the photo of the brunette in the red coat.” “We thought it was the sister.” “Peter Castellano.” “Peter Castellano.” “Peter Castellano.” They repeated it like a broken record, not when they were offered a reduced sentence, threatened with solitary or when they were shown that Peter was already out of the country. They were bought or they were terrified of someone far worse than the police. In the end, there was no physical evidence against Peter. No traceable transfer, no recorded call, no e-mail, no message. Nothing. Just the word of four professional criminals who had their asses on the line up to their necks.

“The court acknowledges the tragic circumstances surrounding the death of Carmel Bolston. However, due to the lack of viable CCTV footage, absence of credible eyewitness testimony, and no traceable suspect…” I gripped the edge of the stand, my nails pressed into the polished wood. “…this case cannot move forward in the direction of a criminal conviction.” The judge’s eyes softened. “This does not mean this court denies the grief suffered by the family, nor the weight of the tragedy that occurred. But in the absence of evidence, and with no suspect to hold accountable, this case will not move on due to insufficient grounds for prosecution. The body will be returned to the grieving family as s

Nolan says. "Jim Fats?" Carson says, interrupting him. "You mean Jim O'Sullivan. This is a fucking legal issue, idiot. Use his real name." "Fuck you," Nolan says. "Anyway, Billy and Jim, the cops accused them of dealing a little methamphetamine. Problem is, they didn't have any of the stuff on their persons at the time of the arrest, which means it's their word against the cops, and you know how that goes." My mind starts spinning. If there's no physical evidence, it's going to be hard for the cops to make anything stick, but there's no guarantee they don't have other evidence. Witnesses, recorded conversations. Maybe, if I can get some documentation—

"And you do not think her disappearance is connected to her investigation into Vanessa?" "I think Ms. Chen's disappearance could be connected to any number of things. People go missing for a lot of reasons." I could feel my frustration building. "Detective Morrison, what would it take to convince you that we are telling the truth?" "Evidence of an actual crime. Not financial documents, not family drama, not theories about inheritance schemes. Evidence that a law has been broken." "Like what?" "Like proof that Ms. Martinez kidnapped or harmed Ms. Chen. Like proof that she forged documents or committed fraud. Like proof that she has made specific threats against your brother's life."

"Let's talk about what we actually know. We know Gloria Martinez died. That's tragic. But people die. Especially people with heart conditions. The prosecution says she was murdered. But the only evidence is a confession from a serial killer seeking a deal and an audio recording that could have been edited or fabricated." Schaffer walked back and forth. "We know Daniel Torres died in a car accident. Tragic again. But accidents happen. The prosecution says Julian Cross ordered it. But where's the proof? A conversation about someone disappearing? That could mean anything." He stopped. Faced the jury directly. "We know The Covenant exists. But membership in an organization isn't illegal. The pro