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Carter. He was stopping an actual attack.” “That’s correct,” Rachel said. “Mr. Reed saw something nobody else saw.
He tried to warn security, but they didn’t listen. So he took the only action he could to disrupt what he believed was a credible threat to Ms.
Carter’s life.” “Thank you, Detective Monroe.” The prosecutor stood up for cross-examination. “Detective Monroe, did you catch these alleged criminals?
Do you have them in custody?” “Not yet,” Rachel admitted. “They disappeared after the incident.”
“So you have no way to prove they were actually planning an attack? No confession?
No weapons found?” “No physical weapons were found, but the circumstantial evidence Circumstantial evidence?” The prosecutor repeated.
“So this is all just a theory. A story with no proof.” Rachel stayed calm.
“The evidence is strong enough that we’ve opened an official investigation.” “But you can’t prove an attack was actually going to happen, can you?”
Rachel had to be honest. “No, not definitively.” The prosecutor smiled. “No further questions.” Marcus felt his hope sinking.
Even with the evidence, it still sounded like a story, like something he made up.
But then Thomas said, “The defense calls our next witness, Abigail Carter.” The courtroom erupted in whispers.
Nobody expected this. The victim was going to testify for the defense? Abigail walked into the courtroom wearing a simple gray suit.
No fancy dress. No jewelry. She looked nervous but determined. She was sworn in and sat down.
Thomas approached her gently. “Ms. Carter, can you tell the court what you remember from the night of the gala?”
Abigail took a deep breath. “I remember arriving at the hotel. I remember the cameras in the crowd.
I remember feeling watched. Like someone was staring at me.” “And then what happened?” “Then Marcus Reed ran through the crowd and tore my dress.”
Abigail’s voice shook slightly. “I was terrified, humiliated, angry. I didn’t understand why it was happening.”
“And what do you think now? After learning about Detective Monroe’s investigation?” Abigail looked directly at Marcus.
“Now I believe he saved my life. Now I understand that he saw danger I couldn’t see.
And he tried to warn people, but nobody would listen to a homeless man.” She turned to face the jury.