The Witness Essay Research Paper The Witness
The Witness Essay, Research Paper
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
“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
“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
“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.