Criminal Minds To Bear Witness Novels & Stories

Its semi-baronial style and high-class structure were quite impressive that it kicked other buildings out from ones' sight. "Wouldn't it be hard for you to move on when you're there?" There was so much worry in his voice as he spoke, and I understood where it was coming from. But I couldn't think of him in that instance, there was something more important than what they feel, and that was my revenge. "I'll search patiently for pieces of shredded evidence they had left and work hard to form the picture-puzzle of the culprit. I will make them pay for what they've caused me. And this place shall witness my initial step."

"Sarah can finally rest in peace." I turned to look at the corpses that were strewn about in the hall. The beasts who had once tormented Sarah without any regard for her life were finally dead. I subconsciously brushed my fingers over the recording device that was hidden in my clothes. I had managed to record the men's confessions for all the crimes they committed. I looked up at the village. "We're not done yet. There's still the women in the village." Jack frowned and said, "Most of them had no idea what was going on."

Silence fell again. I let my gaze travel slowly across each of their faces, memorizing them the way I always did when deciding who would survive a political purge. “You think I killed the witnesses,” I continued, tone flat with disbelief. “Inside pack territory. Under heavy Alphas surveillance. While being summoned publicly to trial. With guards escorting me from my room.” I leaned forward slightly. “Use your brains. If you have any.” One of them stood up so fast her chair screeched across the marble. “Mind your tongue, criminal!”

Or was that him protecting the alpha’s interests because he’d started to suspect the same thing I was now staring at in black ink? I flipped to the witness statements section. Most of them were useless. People who heard something. People who saw shadows. People who wanted to be helpful and ended up sounding like they’d watched too many late-night documentaries. Then I hit one statement that made my stomach drop. Witness: R. Blackwood — civilian. Statement: “I was on the road. Heard yelling. Saw movement near the turnout. Didn’t stop. Called it in.” Additional note: witness refused further questioning. I read it twice.

No, can’t allow it. “ I’m fine. I’m just hurt Grey.” she dropped her gaze, and taking the pot away. I took her back into the truck,unlocking the door for her. Relaxing and waiting for me there was better than seeing those dreadful things, I fear that she might not be able to sleep tonight. Not when she witness a young boy dying in front of her. Of all the witness, that was something she can’t easily get out of her mind. In the next twenty minutes I spent time hearing the victims, and trying to find a little clue. Yes, werewolf turn humans to werewolves but was it possible that it get memory wiped off?

She was so gullible to take such advice. "Please can you take Miss Wilds back to her seat. I have no more questions for the suspect." Mrs Sting instructed the policeman." We now have Mrs Aretha Manning who is a qualified psychiatrist at the Salt Rock rehabilitation facility." Mrs Manning now stood in the witness stand. She placed her hand on the Bible and repeated after the policeman."I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth." Mrs Manning now took a seat and looked forward. Her posture was confident, she sat up straight with her hands on the table in front of her.

Quianna's POV Austin started driving the car out of the village where our house is and both of us still not saying anything. For my case, I have nothing to say as I am the one who got him involved in this crime of mine. I know this is not right but how could I say that I witnessed my mother's death and her corpse vanished together with the killer? That's insane, maybe the police will decide to put me in a mental hospital before I actually solve this whole case. But I am not sure that the killer is not acting alone, they are huge organization, and I should start from out hospital, as what I've heard from them. Flashback…

referring to the other victim. “Well, he lay next to her. He was fortunate. He ended quick. A shot in the chest. But even after killing him he was frenzied beaten.” “How would you feel of the case being reinvestigated”. “I’m happy that even after those years, you got interested about the case. Every time I see those bastard on TV- Raymond Sanders, Oliver Davis and Lucas Garcia - I feel like rubbish the rest of the day.” “So you have opinion about the who the perpetrators were?”

She looked at me, seeking understanding. "Did he really commit the murder?" she inquired, her eyes searching for the truth. I nodded solemnly in response. "All the evidence points to him. Two eyewitnesses saw him leaving the alpha's house in wolf form, covered in blood. I didn't delve into the details with Christian back then because I thought it wasn't our concern. But now, Liam has made it our concern," I confessed, the weight of the situation heavy in my voice. Tamia nodded, absorbing the information.

She called expert witnesses who testified to Melissa's mental state, forensic specialists who broke down the physical evidence, and even a surprise witness – a woman who had escaped Vincent's abuse years ago and lived to tell the tale. Throughout it all, I watched Melissa. She sat rigid in her chair, her eyes often closed as if trying to block out the painful memories being dredged up. Several times, I saw her flinch at particularly graphic descriptions of Vincent's crimes. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah delivered her closing arguments.