Innocent Witness Novels & Stories

Control. --- The first witness, a key employee from the client’s team, took the stand. Evan’s team had clearly prepared for maximum disruption, aiming to provoke uncertainty or missteps. But I was ready. Every possible angle had been anticipated. When the witness faltered under a question, I leaned forward, voice steady and clear. “Your testimony suggests a deviation from contractual obligations. However, multiple verified documents indicate compliance. Can you clarify the discrepancy?” The witness blinked, caught off guard by the direct precision of my question. “I… I must have misunderstood…”

“Yes, judge, jury, there are problems with what the defendant has said. Firstly, if it's just going to the toilet late at night, the witness certainly won't hear the victim's words to someone, because the witness is on the 4th floor, so it's impossible to hear the conversation. there; This proves that from the beginning the witness intentionally wanted to hear the words between the victim and someone, so he deliberately followed him into the Forbidden forest. Second, why is the witness present at the scene not consecutive but must wait until now to testify for the witness; If it weren't for the strong arguments of Attorney Layer, which broke the whole argument of our prosecution, it would no

"Do you plead guilty or not of murdering the accuser's husband in cold blood?" The question resounded in my ear and it seemed like it deemed my hearing. For the First time in a long while, I had something really important to do. I couldn't just abandon the mission. Going to jail was out of the line. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, and I was happy to disappoint her. "Not guilty" I said, raising my chin up and standing so confidently. "Are there any witness for this case? Please step up…" the judge requested for a witness, but no one came up, because there was none. Of course there wouldn't be any because if there was any witness at all, they would be dead by now.

It was the watch that her mom gave to him. She went to pick it up, she sat after she picked the watch in the middle of the road. She didn't notice that there's a car moving fast close to her. She's staring at the watch because it has a crack in its glass. When she stood up the car driver was shocked because she didn't notice that Cindy was there. Cindy got bumped in the car. The driver seems too nervous, she calls for help. All of the guests in Cindy's party went outside including her mom.

Catherine stopped in front of the table. “No.” “Why did you decide to testify today?” “Because I believe Mr. Townsend is innocent.” “Objection,” Ben said as she shot up. “Ms. Bartholomew is a social acquittance of Mr. Townsend by her own admission. She doesn’t know the defendant well enough to supply a conclusion.” “Sustained. Have the witness’s last answer stricken from the record. The jury will disregard.” “I have no more questions for this witness, your honor.”

“How can you believe someone without any proof?! That witness is lying! I am innocent,” He turned slowly, a bitter frown creasing his face. “Are you challenging our judgment?” he growled. “No, but all I am telling you is that I am being framed. If I did not kill Dante then how could that witness have seen it? It makes me sure that they are lying. If you can listen to the witness then why can you not do the same with me?” “The witness risked their life to testify. Would you do the same to prove your innocence?”

A phone vibrated against the console, and the man in the driver's seat answered it without looking at the screen. "It's done," he said. A distorted, mechanical voice replied from the other end. "And the witness?" "There was one," Damien admitted, staring out the tinted windshield. A sharp silence followed before the caller spoke again. "You handled it?" "I did." "You killed her?" Damien paused, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "...No." The silence on the line grew noticeably heavier. "You left a witness alive?" "She's blind," Damien said, his voice entirely flat. "She never saw me."

He slid the file towards me like I was some disposable grunt, not his only son. The mission: Take out a snitch. some small time runner from a rival crew that's been feeding the police Intel. "The one in the green bomber jacket," the file haf said. "He'll be at the warehouse near the southern tracks." That was it. No backup. No second chances. The file should've said make sure it's the right guy. I revved the engine of my bike and took off, letting the sound Drown out everything else the guilt, the ache, the silence between me and Noelle.

"Both of you. For questioning." Vincenzo stepped forward. His hand was on Alex's arm, his grip firm. "He didn't do anything. He's not a cop anymore. He's not part of this." Cole's eyes didn't move. "He's a witness. He's a material witness in a murder investigation. And he's going to come with me. Or I'm going to put out a warrant. His choice." Alex put his hand on Vincenzo's arm. "It's okay."

“Your honor, we cannot allow a witness when we are almost done with the trail. This witness should have been filed a while ago.” “Objection, your honor. We had to convince this witness because she had been threatened.” I raised an eyebrow, what were they on about? “Objection sustained. Send in the witness,” My heart stopped and the persecutors shot a smug grin at my lawyer. A petite blonde-haired lady walked in. “Please, introduce yourself.” The persecutor said after the woman swore her oat. “My name is Melissa,” she whispered, glancing at me. “I… I am part of the picnic team.”