The Witness Novels & Stories

But we don't have a witness. There might be one Jonathan but I guess he is afraid to come forward. And the bad thing is that he is already in Sarah's possession. Who is this witness? He might be James. Who is James? We will get to him right now. James, it's an acquaintance that was very close to her and our sketch artist Alex. I see. Ok then, I will wait for the whole story, and then we can establish who is who. Fair enough because there are a lot of characters in this story.

She says calmly, The words were just flowing out of her mouth without no hurdles. She watched as he jotted it down again and looked at her "And you think this was what he meant as revenge?” He asked and she nodded "Who can serve as your witness that Mr Kale Daniels truly wanted to steal your company illegally and also came to your house to threaten you!” He asks “My grandmother can serve as my witness when she also found out he planned to steal my properties and also my security, Lex can serve as a witness when Kale showed up at my house drunk and threatened me." She says and he nods, taking note of everything she was saying.

Chapter 6 : Dawn of Uncovering The TV screen at the police station was showing a documentary about a case of missing person. The reporter was expertly detailing the events that led to the uncovering of the mysteries surrounding the disappearance. He emphasized that the success of solving the case is due to the unwavering cooperation of witnesses and the victim's family as well as the devotion of the police force led by Detective Ian Murray. Detective efforts were praised but Ian felt hollow. He felt tired, the file in his hands seemed to be heavy . His mind is in fog ,his mysterious caller also left a message. His phone display said, I will meet you., but that was all. He knew it’s goin

It was still nice to hear him talk about it, though. I smiled at Noah as I took my seat across the desk from him. “Good day, Noah,” I said. “Good day, Crystal.” “So, what was so important that you needed to drag me from my work?” Noah ran his hand through his hair. “I checked into our witness. He’s legit.” My eyes widened. I leaned forward and gripped the arms of my chair tightly. “Are you sure?” “Yes. His story checks out, and there’s no reason for him to lie just to get Bob into trouble. He is a completely believable witness.”

"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 t

"She said they were gonna make sure you and Mommy couldn't talk to anyone ever again. And she said something about feeding the fishes." The grown-ups all look at each other with funny expressions. "What else did you hear?" Daddy asks quietly. "She said the Coast Guard couldn't help because they were gonna... um..." I try to remember the big word. "Eliminate? Yeah, eliminate the wit-ness-es. What's a witness?" "That's someone who saw something important," Mommy explains. "Oh! Then I'm a witness! I saw everything!" "Yes, you are," the uniform man says. "And that makes you very important."

I only catch fragments love, honor, duty. Things that mean nothing in a marriage like this. “Skyla Parker,” the officiant’s voice pulls me back to the present, “do you take Alonso Ignacio to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallow hard, the weight of the question heavier than I expected. This is it. The point of no return.

“Is there an issue, Lila?” She exhales, the sound as loud as a gunshot in the hush of her apartment. “The witness is nervous,” she says. “He called five times in the last hour, wants reassurance that he won’t be burned. He kept saying it feels like he’s being watched. He’s also refusing to meet any earlier. Says tomorrow night or never.”

“We need ears on him. We play it quiet. No one else finds out.” Gia nodded, already moving. I watched them work, this unspoken rhythm of war unfolding around me. Part of me wanted to scream. Part of me wanted to tear the walls down. But I stayed still. I knew what I had to do. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the small black notebook I kept tucked close. A list of everyone we’d already tested. The ones who passed. The ones still under watch. I flipped to a blank page and wrote the name: Benny.

To whatever came next. Not as Yan, the copy. Not as Meili, the stolen child. As the witness. The one who sees. The one who names. The one who remains, when everything else is scattered.