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 …showed first 75 words of 735 total…

…showed last 75 words of 735 total…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.