Innocent Witness Novels & Stories

"Innocent?" Lucas scoffed, "The police have checked the surveillance footage and confirmed that Lynette's telling the truth. What's more, none of the five eyewitnesses know each other, yet their statements are all consistent! There's no possibility of them giving false statements at all! " Serenity asked, "Have you ever been wrongly accused before?" "What?" he was caught off guard by her question.

Kimberly said. "Please." "My witness is Mr. Billy Zion, who is a co-worker of my client. And a close friend of the five people who appeared in the video." Teressa's eyes widened at this. Vance was also very surprised, knowing that Billy wanted to be a witness there. Billy could have been a suspect or someone suspected of being a suspect. Susan entered with Billy, who was in a wheelchair. After escorting Billy to the witness stand, Susan walked away. Billy took an oath there. Where all his words are not a lie.

The grieving witness forced to testify. “How could she have done it?” “I don’t know. Only time will reveal that.” Mom’s theory sounded logical, but it required believing that Kelsey, a pregnant woman, was capable of breaking the railing when I’d seen no sign of that. “I want to believe that,” I said. “But wanting something doesn’t make it true.” “Neither do dubious witnesses.” I pulled back to look at her face. “Do you really think I’m innocent?” “I know you’re innocent.”

“Your Honor, the witness is going off topic…” “I’m answering your questions about my judgment,” I interrupted, looking directly at the jury. “You want to know if I’m thinking clearly? Yes. I’m more clear-headed than I’ve ever been. I escaped an abusive situation. I found people who respect my independence. I gathered proof of wrongdoing and brought it to light, even though it put me in danger. That’s not the action of a confused person. That’s someone who knows exactly what they’re doing and why.” The courtroom fell silent. Blake seemed frustrated, Judge Reynolds appeared deep in thought, and the jury… well, they looked convinced.

"I had witnessed the incident. It was on a rainy day, a minute past nine, after returning from the grocery store. The defendant had intentionally tampered with the brakes. I couldn't see everything clearly, but then I heard the sound of a scream, and I knew something had definitely happened right there...a woman's voice was heard, and afterwards, silence fell." Somehow, I exhaled a chuckle, which shocked everyone in the courtroom. If Ambrose's paid witnesses were this stupid, did they think everyone else in the courtroom was stupid too? Even if everyone else was stupid, it was certainly not Natasha Choi, who had already gotten up on her feet to counter the testimony of the witness. I narrowe

“You have read the report. Nothing change so why are you reopening the investigation. Besides, someone already solely took the blame and now behind bars.” “What do you believe, Clyde?” “What do I believe? Do you think it matters what I believe? Those bastards! They are all on it, six of them.!” William took out his pad and started to take notes. “Were you one of those to arrive first at the crime scene?” “Yes.” “What was your general observations of the cottage?”

I muttered, just loud enough for him to catch. "How do you plead to the crime charged against you?" he inquired. "Not guilty." "Of course, you would say that." He turned away from me, addressing the crowd. "She pleaded not guilty. Now, bring in the witnesses." The first witness entered, a timid-looking maid whom I couldn't recall ever encountering. She avoided meeting my eyes, and it was evident she had been coached on what to say. "Go ahead, tell us what you witnessed," Canice encouraged.

It struck me with bitter clarity that, although I was viewed with suspicion by the captain and his family, I was just a mere annoyance compared to the cold-blooded killer who seemed utterly unfazed by the warnings surrounding him. "Believe me, she's nothing but a homeless nineteen-year-old. There's nothing special about her," the captain remarked dismissively, as though I were invisible. I lowered my head, fighting a wave of humiliation, but my eyes flicked up when I heard the killer's voice cut through the tension. "The girl is standing right in front of you, Patrick, show her some respect. I'm sorry if he hurt your feelings, Joeniya." His unexpected defense startled me, igniting a flicker

"Well, given the immediate threat to her safety since none of the subjects were apprehended at the scene, she will need to be placed in the witness protection program immediately; and as an added precaution, she will be assigned a bodyguard to look after her." I cocked an eyebrow in confusion. I never heard of the W*P assigning bodyguards to people, but then again, what did I know? "We don't usually do this for our witnesses," the chief stated as if he read my mind, "but the crime you witnessed wasn't ordinary, Emery. You are in more danger than most. I'm not saying this to scare you, but you need to be aware." I nodded my head. I didn't think I had it in me to say anything without completel

The café noise moved at the edges of my awareness, softened by the focus of the conversation. "And you," I said carefully. "Where do you stand in all of it?" He held my gaze steadily. "Outside of it." Those three words mattered more to me than everything else he had said. Not mediator, not messenger, not someone with an agenda dressed in concern. A witness. Someone who had seen something and believed I should know about it and had found a way to tell me that didn't require anything from me in return. I nodded once. "Thank you for the context."