Criminal Minds To Bear Witness の小説・ストーリー

Who had the defendant killed? Lucy Sinclair. Rita was next to me and although I tried to temper her, she could not dose her emotions and in her condition, the tears started to flow incessantly. I shook her hand harder in an attempt to calm her down. Your Honor, considering that I brought evidence to the file that the man here, although he spent all his youth in a psychiatric hospital unit, his mind is perfectly able to distinguish reality from fiction and I might even add that it is in normal parameters. In other words, he's not crazy! Based on this, I request that his testimony be approved and passed as evidence.

She was actually quite lucid when she wasn't having an attack. It wasn't her fault that she was violated. It was the criminal’s fault and he was going to pay a terrible price for it. She was going to get revenge and make him pay the price he deserved. And then send him to jail for the rest of his life without seeing the light of day. She was willing to testify, even if it means being exposed to the sun. That kind of scum must not go free. Damon’s face didn't have much expression. He spoke calmly, "He's dead."

“Not really, attorney; guilt is killing me. I now feel responsible for your client still being put behind bars; it’s more complicated than you seem,” Angela spoke, beating around the bush. “Don’t sound like that, Angela. I understand the position you’re in right now; many witnesses to a crime even end up dead before they get to the trial court.

“But you can.” “We’re just witnesses,” I said quietly. “Witnesses are evidence. Testimony is evidence. And you two witnessed things I could never get near.” She pulled out a notepad and sat at her small kitchen table. “The trafficking shipment. The drugs. The weapons. You saw it all firsthand.” Adrian crossed his arms, still skeptical, standing near the window. “And the moment we testify, we paint targets on our backs.” “You already have targets on your backs,” Sarah countered. “The question is whether you die in a ditch somewhere with no one knowing what you saw, or whether you go public and make yourselves too visible to kill quietly.”

" In that second, all the color drained from Mildred's face. The light in her eyes flickered and died. Ignoring her hysterical curses, I turned and left, humming to myself. … A few days later, the courtroom was packed. The city was intrigued by this bizarre case of a "mental patient accidentally murdering her lover". As the key witness, I took the stand while Mildred's attorney desperately tried to use "insanity" to excuse her crimes. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't even look at her. Instead, I faced the judge and jury, then slowly said, "Your Honor, before I present the facts, I'd like to tell a story that lasted ten years."

replied Brent Cunningham, making the plot of the premeditated murder case as clear as daylight. "Damn it! Brent opened his mouth," Gordon muttered, his heart filled with anger and worry. Attorney Patrick Carpenter stood up and said, "I object, Your Honor Judge Malcom. Prosecutor Emily Carter is leading the witness!" "Objection overruled. The witness has taken an oath and confirmed the actions without coercion. Please continue, Prosecutor Emily Carter!" Judge Malcom said with satisfaction. Then Emily asked again, "Were there any other tasks assigned to you by Mr. Gordon Crawford before you were arrested by Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt and Sergeant Rodney Bradford?"

I retorted. "Corrupt officers. That's who I'm talking about. A few months of practically living like a homeless man, I eventually gave up. A few key people whom I trusted, ended up dead in a similar way that my mom had and it was all linked to me because the witnesses said they'd seen me with those people. My number was in their phone logs." "When I stood in court, I plead insanity. The doctors backed up that I was, in fact, crazy and the rest, as you know, is history."

“You being accused somehow make sense because you might have had your criminal impulse that day—” I stopped in my tracks which made him do too. I faced him and spoke in a firm manner, “Would you please refrain from speaking any symptoms related to my condition? It makes me uncomfortable. My crime-solving partner thinks that I am as evil as a criminal mastermind? Outrageous,” and then, I turned my back at him and continued my trip out of the JHB.

The moment they chose Gloria and disregarded my survival, they were no longer my brothers. Saul narrowed his eyes dangerously. “It seems like I have to teach you a lesson.” Before I could say no, he forced me to kneel on the shards on the floor. A sharp pain shot straight into my entire body. Then, he helped Gloria up before he stomped down on my knees. I sucked in a sharp breath as the shards dug even deeper. They took me to the police station. Since Camala refused to admit her crimes and the drunkard was proven to be mentally unsound, the investigation had come to a halt. They needed more proof.

“Good men and women who won’t be going home to their families tonight because of some psycho who will kill anyone and everyone in his path. What does he want? Scarlet Paine. That’s all we have to go on. So you can see why questioning your patient is a priority for us.” Officer Marlow shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, frustrated by the way her partner seemed to find conflict in every situation. She couldn’t help think that her job would be much simpler if she could do these interviews by herself. Unlike Brent, she had a calm demeanor__ and a way with witnesses, particularly the mentally vulnerable ones like the girl they were here to see. That’s why the police chief had sent her to the