Criminal Minds To Bear Witness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

--- ### The First Witness The Audit began at sunset. The Adjuster and Jax set up a table of white light in the center of the ruins. One by one, the people of the Intersection were summoned to stand before them. It wasn't a trial of deeds; it was a trial of **Essence**. When a person stood before the Adjuster, their entire life—every thought, every fear, every act of kindness or cruelty—was projected into the sky for everyone to see. The first witness was Marcus Thorne. The scientist stepped forward, his arm still in a sling from the crash. He looked terrified, but he held his head high.

As long as I get to play with my victims I was fine with his paranoia. Jail had never deterred me from doing odd satisfying jobs to quench my thirst for blood. I had a close one when I leave a witness for one of the mafia jobs, the first week on the job. They pulled me out, gotten me their best lawyer, but I've learned my lesson. Leaving witness is a big no, it'll slow down my working progress.

"Now... The police will keep calling us to try to solve the case, because they think there is much more behind these crimes. Apparently, they suspect that there is one more person behind, the mastermind. They agree that the group was made up of very humble people, and that they have never had such an extensive criminal record to want to kill and steal overnight. So, until they find out if there is really someone behind, or if the leader of the group had a mental problem that made him act overnight in an impulsive way, they will continue to call us to give testimony and clarification.” "What about the minor who is hospitalized?” "He died.” I widened my eyes, mentally thanking Flynn for not be

OFFICIAL SUMMONS OF WITNESS To: Sienna Cole Darkmane You are hereby requested to appear as a witness in the criminal trial involving the defendant, Ronny, charged with the use of the forbidden Silvermoon toxin, attempted murder, and violation of the ethical oath of a medical trainee. Hearing Date: Tomorrow, 09:00 AM, Main Courtroom, Northern Pack Court. Your attendance is mandatory. My hand trembled slightly as I read the final line. Tomorrow, I would have to face it all again. The memories surged back the stench of blood, the clatter of chains, Ronny’s cold smile, and the syringe filled with that dark violet liquid.

Peter's Point of View The look on her face said everything. I had seen guilty people before. In this industry, in the world I had moved through quietly for years, I had sat across tables from men twice her size and watched the exact same thing happen behind their eyes. That split second, where the mask slips and the truth pushes through before the person can drag it back down. Dickson always said he could read a criminal without a courtroom. He was right. And right now, watching Liz Harper's hand tremble against her juice glass, I did not need a courtroom either.

“There is one key witness... and a piece of conversation footage that is in the final stage of verification. For now, we cannot reveal everything, for the safety of the witness and the smooth continuation of the investigation.” Whispers spread across the room like an electrical current. Cameras spun. Journalists exchanged looks, beginning to guess who the witness was. My eyes met Harry’s. For a brief moment. Fast. But I knew. That was a signal. I was that witness. A young reporter from a local TV station continued, “What exactly is the motive behind the mass murder?” “This murder was not an impulsive act. It was planned. Organized. And orchestrated by people who do not want the world to know

He rebutted everything my lawyer said. The most crucial problem was the lack of evidence that Gigi had hit Marie. It just so happened that Gigi's dash cam and the security cameras located at that junction had all broken down that day, so there was no footage from the scene of the crime. Even the previous eyewitnesses changed their statements. Clearly, Zachary had done something.

3rd person’s pov Sheriff Daniels stared at the evidence spread out before him, the dim light of the briefing room casting long shadows over the bloody, claw-marked files. The recent m*rders had thrown the populated town, into chaos, with the White Mountain squarely in the crosshairs of the investigation. As he surveyed the gruesome evidence- deep claw marks, patches of wolf fur, and bloody trails leading to and from the pack lands, his frustration was evident. How is it that nobody from after the bridge was d*ad?

I let out a shaky sigh, the weight of what I had just learned settling in like a dark cloud over my soul. "Why didn't you report him?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Raj scoffed bitterly."He had a list of our crimes. If we said anything, we'd be the ones rotting in prison. And more than that... we were afraid he'd make good on his promise of a slow, agonizing death. That guy is sick in the head." I swallowed hard. He had known they were criminals—rapists, murderers. He knew they had no legal standing, no way to fight back. And so, he used them like his personal lab rats.