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| The Witness |
Tia Carter is facing twelve years in prison for a crime she didn't commit, and the only man who can prove her innocence is too afraid to come forward. With the trial already underway, an unexpected new intern helps her public defender follow a forgotten clue to the missing witness—but finding him may be easier than convincing him to speak. Let the story speak to your heart—scroll down to begin.
One trembled as it rose.
Raguel drew it near. Several words had been blurred by tears.
"Lord, my daughter is innocent. Her trial begins tomorrow. Someone saw what happened, but no one can find him. Please help Tia. Please bring the truth into that courtroom before it is too late."
Raguel looked toward the angel waiting nearby.
"A woman is about to be judged for something she did not do," he said. "The truth already exists. The problem is that it is afraid."
The angel glanced toward the earth.
"Then I suppose I should go introduce myself."
Raguel nodded.
And the angel departed.
——— ✦ ———
Tia Carter had been told not to look frightened in court.
It was excellent advice from people who were not the ones facing twelve years in prison.
She sat across from her public defender in a cramped interview room beneath a fluorescent light that buzzed every few seconds.
Maria Alvarez, her public defender, closed the case file.
"The prosecutor isn't offering anything better."
Tia stared at her.
"Because he thinks I'm guilty."
"Because he thinks he can win."
"He can't prove I did it."
"He doesn't have to prove it the way you think he does."
Tia looked toward the narrow window in the door.
Three months earlier, a neighborhood pharmacy had been robbed just before closing. The clerk had been struck from behind and badly injured. Tia had been there minutes earlier picking up antibiotics for her daughter.
The store camera showed Tia arguing with the clerk because her insurance would not cover the prescription.
It showed her leaving angry.
Twenty minutes later, someone wearing a dark hood entered through the side door.
The clerk never saw the attacker's face.
But when police showed him photographs at the hospital, confused and medicated, he pointed to Tia.
There was no DNA.
No stolen money had been found.
No weapon.
But Tia had an old shoplifting conviction from when she was nineteen, and the prosecutor intended to make sure the jury knew it.
"The man at the bus stop," Tia said.
Maria sighed.
"We’ve been over this.”
Tia leaned forward.
"He saw me. We talked.”
"The investigator checked the area."
"And?"
“No one could find him.”
Tia's voice cracked.
"So that's it?"
Maria nodded.
“The trial starts tomorrow.”
——— ✦ ———
At 7:58 the next morning, Maria Alvarez walked into the Public Defender's Office carrying two case files, a purse, and a coffee she had already forgotten to drink.
A young man was sitting beside her desk.
He wore a white shirt, a dark tie, and the expression of someone entirely too cheerful for a public defender's office before eight in the morning.
Maria stopped.
"Can I help you?"
He stood.
"David Bell. I'm the new intern."
Maria frowned.
"I wasn't told I was getting an intern."
"Neither was I until very recently."
Maria looked toward the receptionist's empty desk.
She had a trial beginning in thirty-two minutes.
"Fine. You can start by carrying those."
David picked up the boxes.
"Excellent. I have extensive experience carrying things.”
——— ✦ ———
An hour later, David found Maria in the courthouse cafeteria eating crackers from a vending machine.
“You have a witness,” he said.
Maria nearly choked.
“I have what?”
“The man at the bus stop.”
Maria stared at him.
“The man no one can find?”
David set Tia’s case file on the table.
“She talked to him for ten minutes before she left. If he saw her leave, he can establish what time she left.”
Maria put down the cracker.
“We’ve been looking for him.”
David opened the file.
“An officer spoke to the owner of the barber shop across the street. He said a middle-aged Hispanic man waited there every day for the number twenty-six bus, but he couldn't remember seeing him the day of the assault.”
Maria snatched the page.
“I've read this report,” Maria said. “We even put the sketch on television. Nothing.”
David sat down.
"The route changed six months ago. Before that, the number twenty-six stopped beside a men's shelter three blocks north. He’s undocumented and afraid to come forward.”
Maria slowly lowered the cracker.
“How do you know this?”
“I would be.”
“I sent an investigator to that shelter,” Maria said. “No one would talk.”
“Let's go,” David said.
Maria frowned. “Why? I just told you—”
David started toward the door.
“Then let's ask better questions.”
——— ✦ ———
They found Elijah "Eli" Turner in the back room of a church-operated food pantry.
The moment Maria introduced herself, his face changed.
"No."
"You don't even know why we're here."
"I know."
Eli backed away.
"I already told the police I didn't see anything."
David stood quietly near the door.
"Tia Carter could go to prison."
"Not my problem."
"You were at the bus stop. You spoke to her.”
"I said I didn't see anything."
"You saw someone go into that pharmacy after Tia left."
Eli's jaw tightened.
"Leave me alone."
David spoke for the first time.
"You're afraid of the man you saw. Because you recognized him.”
Eli looked at him.
Maria did too.
Eli said nothing.
David stepped closer.
"He saw you, didn't he?"
The room went still.
Eli looked toward the window.
"After he came out."
Maria's voice softened.
"Who was he?"
"I don't know his name."
"But you know him.”
Eli nodded once.
Then shook his head.
"No. Forget it."
"Eli—"
"No."
His voice rose.
"I testified once before. Different case. Guy got convicted. His friends found out where my sister lived."
Maria went quiet.
"They put a brick through her window with her little boy sleeping in the room."
David watched him.
Eli's hands were shaking.
“So no,” Eli said. “I'm not doing it again.”
David did not argue.
“You're a man of God,” he said quietly. “You know she's innocent.”
Eli stared at him as if he were suddenly aware of something he couldn't explain.
“Yes.”
“And you're still afraid.”
Eli's eyes flashed. “You would be too.”
David held his gaze.
“Yes.”
The answer seemed to catch Eli off guard.
David's voice stayed gentle.
“Courage isn't what happens when fear disappears, Eli. Sometimes fear stays in the room, and you decide it doesn't get the final word.”
No one spoke.
A bell rang somewhere in the church.
Maria placed her card on the table.
“If you change your mind, call me.”
They left.
——— ✦ ———
The next morning, the prosecution called its final witness.
Tia sat beside Maria, pale and motionless.
David sat behind them.
Maria checked her phone beneath the table.
Nothing.
The prosecutor stood.
"The State rests, Your Honor."
Tia closed her eyes.
Then the courtroom doors opened.
Eli Turner stood beside the bailiff.
His hands were shaking.
David smiled.
Maria rose so quickly her chair struck the table.
"Your Honor, may we approach?"
Twenty minutes later, Eli was sworn in.
He told the jury what he had seen.
By the end of the day, the judge granted the prosecution's request to pause the trial.
On Friday morning, all charges against Tia Carter were dismissed.
Rhonda met her daughter outside the courthouse and wrapped both arms around her.
Tia buried her face against her mother's shoulder.
Across the steps, Maria turned toward David.
"I owe you lunch."
He smiled.
"I'll collect another time."
Maria looked away for perhaps two seconds as reporters surrounded Tia.
When she looked back, David was gone.
——— ✦ ———
On Monday morning, Maria called the law school.
There was no David Bell.
No student record.
No internship assignment.
No one had sent him to her office.
Maria sat behind her desk for a long time.
Then she looked at the chair where David had sat reading Tia's case file.
"Who was he?" she murmured.
——— ✦ ———
In the Celestial Chamber of Requests, Raguel stood waiting as the angel returned.
“The witness spoke,” the angel said.
“He chose to.”
The angel nodded.
“He was still afraid.”
Raguel looked toward the earth below.
"Faith does not always remove fear," he said. "Sometimes it simply gives us enough light to walk through it."
Another prayer drifted upward.
Raguel reached for it.
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