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The Evil Prosecutor P.4 - P.5
(The Invisibility of Crimes of the Powerful)
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Could she be the key to all this?
I decided to pay Alice a visit. Her apartment was cluttered with old newspapers, legal documents, and photographs.
She was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself. "They think they can bury the truth, but I've seen it. The prosecutor, he's involved too, deeper than anyone knows."
"Alice, talk to me. What do you know?" I urged, trying to make sense of her ramblings.
She stopped and looked at me, her eyes fierce with clarity.
"The prosecutor, she's not just after Franc. She's been manipulating cases for years, and Franc's case is the linchpin to her downfall."
I was taken aback. "But how can we prove it?"
Alice walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a thick ledger. "This," she said, "contains records of every case she's tampered with. And there's a pattern."
We spent hours poring over the ledger, connecting dots that formed a damning picture of corruption. But we needed more than just circumstantial evidence.
As the trial date approached, tensions rose.
In court, Franc stood resolute, her innocence a beacon against the murky accusations. The prosecutor was smug, confident in his deception.
But during a recess, Alice approached me, a triumphant glint in her eye. "I've got her," she whispered, handing me a USB drive. "Security footage from her office, the night she altered the evidence."
The courtroom reconvened, and with bated breath, I approached the judge. "Your Honor, new evidence has come to light."
The prosecutor's face paled as the footage played, her crimes laid bare for all to see.
The courtroom erupted in chaos, but amidst the noise, I saw Franc's tearful smile.
The truth had won, but our journey was far from over. The conspiracy ran deep, and we had just begun to unravel its twisted threads.
Here I've witnessed a different courtroom, like a theater of high drama, the air thick with anticipation. The judge's voice echoed, "In light of recent developments, this court is adjourned until further notice."
The prosecutor, a person once cloaked in the authority of their office, stood motionless, her face an unreadable mask as the bailiff escorted her out.
To be continued...
© Atty. Catherine S. Pariño. 2024. All Rights Reserved
#WritcoThrillerStory
#AppleBooksOriginal
Could she be the key to all this?
I decided to pay Alice a visit. Her apartment was cluttered with old newspapers, legal documents, and photographs.
She was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself. "They think they can bury the truth, but I've seen it. The prosecutor, he's involved too, deeper than anyone knows."
"Alice, talk to me. What do you know?" I urged, trying to make sense of her ramblings.
She stopped and looked at me, her eyes fierce with clarity.
"The prosecutor, she's not just after Franc. She's been manipulating cases for years, and Franc's case is the linchpin to her downfall."
I was taken aback. "But how can we prove it?"
Alice walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a thick ledger. "This," she said, "contains records of every case she's tampered with. And there's a pattern."
We spent hours poring over the ledger, connecting dots that formed a damning picture of corruption. But we needed more than just circumstantial evidence.
As the trial date approached, tensions rose.
In court, Franc stood resolute, her innocence a beacon against the murky accusations. The prosecutor was smug, confident in his deception.
But during a recess, Alice approached me, a triumphant glint in her eye. "I've got her," she whispered, handing me a USB drive. "Security footage from her office, the night she altered the evidence."
The courtroom reconvened, and with bated breath, I approached the judge. "Your Honor, new evidence has come to light."
The prosecutor's face paled as the footage played, her crimes laid bare for all to see.
The courtroom erupted in chaos, but amidst the noise, I saw Franc's tearful smile.
The truth had won, but our journey was far from over. The conspiracy ran deep, and we had just begun to unravel its twisted threads.
Here I've witnessed a different courtroom, like a theater of high drama, the air thick with anticipation. The judge's voice echoed, "In light of recent developments, this court is adjourned until further notice."
The prosecutor, a person once cloaked in the authority of their office, stood motionless, her face an unreadable mask as the bailiff escorted her out.
To be continued...
© Atty. Catherine S. Pariño. 2024. All Rights Reserved
