Presumed Innocent Novels & Stories

“People in and out.” “Yes.” “And it doesn’t get… exhausting?” “No.” I watched him carefully. “Not even a little?” He met my eyes. “No.” I held his gaze. “You’re lying.” His expression didn’t change. “You’re assuming.” “I’m observing.” A pause. Then— “You do that a lot too,” he said. “Do what?” “Look for things that aren’t your business.” I exhaled. “Maybe I just don’t like pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

He sat quietly throughout the entire exchange, almost as though none of this concerned him. I looked back at Anita. “Then why didn't he come out and prove his innocence all this time?” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Why didn't you people conduct enough research before pinning every crime you knew nothing about on him?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. She stepped closer. “You spent years building a case against my client based on assumptions, rumors and circumstantial evidence, yet now that you've finally managed to bring him in, you can't even produce enough evidence to justify keeping him here.”

“I asked you what you’re going to do when we prove your innocence? You’ll lose that stellar reputation of yours and won’t be able to threaten everyone into doing what you wanted.” “Shit,” I cursed, “Maybe we shouldn’t prove I’m innocent. Or maybe I should just murder someone else. We just learned PEMDAS in math. That would cancel it out, right? I’m sure it’s the same principle. Hm, I wonder if it would work better if my victim was the future Alpha?” No death threats before dinner, Lilac.

And it would have been his fault, he dragged her into that flight, he would have been responsible if something would have happened to her. “I want you to investigate something else for me.” He added. “Whatever you need.” “My brother was involved in a car accident along with his wife, Luisa Duarte. She claimed that she did not consume any alcohol, yet the police ruled the accident as ‘drink and drive’ as alcohol was found in her blood.” “And you believe her instead of the police?” The words came out filled with suspicion. “I confess that I did not at first, but if I add it to the information you presented to me, I think I can grant her the presumption of innocence, until proven otherwise.”

“I told you people from the beginning that my client is innocent of these accusations.” He looked directly at Vincent. “Now the DNA results have proven it. My client cannot be arrested based on accusations that have no evidence.” Vincent's expression hardened. He didn't respond immediately. Desmond finally stood. He turned toward the camera. His expression became serious. “I am innocent of every accusation that has been thrown at me.” He paused. “Even Ms. Annabelle's statement could not prove that I committed any crime. Yet you all chose to judge me before the investigation was complete.”

She replied sharply. " Alright, Mrs Smith, I will just be putting the prisoner back in her cell. I will be with you in a minute." He stuck the key in the keyhole. "I don't think so, officer Simon's. Ella Woods is my client and I would prefer her in the board room with me. She is not a prisoner." Mrs Smith eyes squinted as she stared holes into him. "She is guilty." Officer Simon's turned the key. " Innocent until proven guilty. I would like to see your proof." Mrs Smith shut the gate firmly. The swift movement made officer Simon's jump.

“I know what you are trying to build.” “And what is that?” “A politically motivated case based on assumptions, emotional testimony, and the statements of frightened teenagers.” Jacob leaned back farther in his chair. “Gerald,” he murmured, "it's just as you've said." The lawyer lifted one hand. “My client is innocent,” he repeated. “And I expect that to be reflected in the manner of this interview.” Detective Collins looked at Jacob. “Mr. Hawthorne, do you understand why you are here?” Jacob’s gaze moved slowly to her.

[Erin] “No, promise I didn’t!” I instantly raised both of my hands into the air, turned around in a flash, and stared him squarely in the face as I defended myself against an accusation—a truth, which I certainly just did. But, hey, I'm not going to spill the beans to him about that. He had not yet gathered sufficient evidence, and in my view, a person should always be presumed innocent until they are shown to be guilty. I vouch for that, and I do hope that he did not see me.

Charles shouted. "Objection sustained" "Mrs. Simone, you have no right to talk to my clients that way" Charles said. "I'm sorry for that, Mr. Charles. Can we proceed?" Simone asked; she knew Charles wanted to use that to buy time so he could come up with fresh ideas, but she wasn't going to give him that chance. "And mind you, Mr. Seth Nicole is innocent until proven guilty!" Charles said. "With the evidence I have with me, he's guilty," Simone said.

“That’s right. You’re not dead, but my parents are already dead! You keep insisting that you have never once threatened my parents’ personal safety, but my parents have already passed away for almost twenty years now. Yet, you are just casually saying that it has nothing to do with you. Do you think that I’ll believe you?” Sheldon said nervously, “You can choose not to believe me, but you have to know that there is also a presumption of innocence under the law! If you have evidence to prove that your parents’ death is indeed related to me, I’ll not have any complaints at all even if you want to kill me. But if you do not have any evidence, that can only prove that your parents’ death has not