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The Witness Essay Research Paper The Witness

The Witness Essay, Research Paper The Witness The dark sedan pulled quietly up outside a comfortable family home in Quarter Close. The brick residence stood silent and dark in the early

The Witness Essay, Research Paper

The Witness

The dark sedan pulled quietly up outside a comfortable family home in

Quarter Close. The brick residence stood silent and dark in the early

hours of the morning, looking much like the rest of the houses in the

Grove. However, inside this house lay the prosecution?s sole witness

in the most important case in the history of the state. Without him,

the trial could not go to court. His life was in danger.

Joel Granger stepped from of the car with two colleagues and the

three men made their way slowly and quietly to the boy?s bedroom

window. Joel stood watch with his pistol at the ready. The FBI didn?t

normally do this sort of thing, but in this case there was no other

choice. His colleagues quickly snatched the sleeping boy from his

bed, covering his mouth, and threw him into the waiting car. Joel

stepped into the driver?s seat and eased the car off down the road.

The boy, Adam Martins had witnessed what was turning out to be

the most important case in the state?s history, and after the FBI had

uncovered the Mafia link they were left with no choice but to take

Adam into safety. They presumed that the Mafia was watching every

move made by Adam and his family, and the FBI couldn?t risk telling

the boy?s mother or any other family members. Adam sat in the

backseat, squeezed between two agents. He was confused, still half

asleep and luckily, very quiet.

The dark car turned off the freeway and drove carefully down what

seemed an unused dirt track. They were taking Adam to an FBI

safehouse, to reduce th risk of being found. safe. As the car turned a

corner and picked up speed, the shot was fired. A gunshot rang out

through the trees. Joel looked in the back. The agent on the left side

was leaning on Adam, and the other agent was frantically trying to

move the body. Joel had no idea what to do, but he knew that he

couldn?t take Adam to the safehouse. He suddenly stepped on the

brakes and spun the wheel. The car turned a full 180 degrees and

Joel stepped back on the accelerator. The car raced past the spot

where the first shot was fired, hitting the second agent in the face,

instantly killing him.

Once back on the freeway, Joel picked up his mobile phone and rang

his boss.

“We?ve got a leak.” Joel spat out quickly, “We got shot at. The other

agents are dead, but the kid?s still alive. I?ve got to get him

somewhere fast.”

“OK, OK. Where are you taking him?” the boss asked.

“I don?t want to say. Your phone could be bugged. Ring me back from

a pay-phone.” And Joel promptly hung up.

The car turned slowly off the freeway again and made its way quietly

down a suburban street. Joel parked outside an old weather board

house and carried Adam around the back. He forced open an old

wooden door and carried Adam down the stairs to the basement. His

mobile rang.

“Joel. That you?” It was the boss.

“Yep. I?ve got the kid and I?m at my parent?s house.”

“What! It?s not safe!” The boss said angrily. He trusted Joel, but

Adam was a very important witness.

“Don?t worry. I?m in the basement. They don?t even know I?m here.”

Joel was calm now and had time to think.

“OK, but keep it that way.” The boss said reluctantly. “We need the

kid. No witness, no trial, you know the story…. Look, Joel. Get some

sleep and I?ll come down tomorrow in person.”

Sunlight shone through the vents along the east wall as Joel woke to

answer the door. He was still dressed, but had been sleeping and was

not fully alert. He opened the door and yawned. Before he had even

closed his mouth, the assassin shot the silenced pistol, putting a

neat hole through Joel?s head. The assassin then stepped over the

body and made his way to Adam, who was sleeping on the couch. He

pulled a piece of nylon rope from his pocket and completed his

mission. He then left the basement room as quietly as he had arrived.

No witness, no trial.

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