Witness 1985 Short Story. Composition and commentary.

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Cameron Jukes 12Q                                                                                       Mr. Evans

“Protect and Serve”

Carter didn’t recognize the room he had just woke up in. Confused he sat up and looked around, his eyes only taking a moment to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings.  The room was very plain and almost completely bare aside from a white desk he sat behind and single light bulb that hung low from the ceiling. Seeing a door out of his right eye he went to move for it, only then noticing the handcuffs restraining both hands to where he sat. “It must be cemented to the ground”, he thought, because no amount of wriggling on his behalf could move it even an inch.

“Goddamit! Where the hell am I?” he shouted at the cement wall in front of him, scanning the room for anything that might give away his location.

He didn’t appear to be hurt apart from a dull throbbing at the back of his head –the likely source of his unconsciousness – and a small cut on his lip that filled is mouth with the taste of salt and rust. His police badge was still clipped to his shirt and it too appeared undamaged. “Hey, somebody help me! Can anybody here me!” he yelled.  

“Keep it together, Carter, he thought. The last thing I need to do right now is panic. What had happened? His memories before had woken up here were nothing but a haze. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to picture where he had been before he had woken up here. The memories started to trickle through the darkness of his mind, gradually forming shapes and images until it finally washed through him like a wave and he could remember. It had started with a phone call

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“Did you deliver the kid’s interview to Shaefer?” the John had asked from the telephone.

It was the middle of the night and the call had been a rude awakening for Carter. The Amish boy had been the only witness to a police officer’s murder, but Carter didn’t know why the interview was so important. “Nah I didn’t get around to it,” said Carter sleepily, stifling back a yawn. “What’s goin’ on man?

“I haven’t got time to explain,” came Book’s exasperated voice. “I want all the paperwork on the Lapp case to disappear. I need it done tonight, do you understand?”

“Do you know what you’re telling me to do, John?” he asked, shocked and now very much awake.

“Just do it, man,” retorted Book. “I’m gonna disappear for a couple of days”.

“What’s going on, man?” asked Carter alarmed. “What is happening?”

 “I’ll call you when I can,” said Book. “And be careful. Schaefer’s in this too”.

Book hung up leaving Carter utterly astounded. It was one thing for McFee, an esteemed narcotics detective, to be involved in this drug scheme as well as the murder of a fellow officer, but now their Chief of Police as well. What was he going to do?

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He went to the station that night to get the files. The file room was deserted but that didn’t stop him looking over his should every three seconds.

The paper shredder was waiting in his study when he got home. To Carter it looked more like a dangerous weapon he was about to commit some awful crime with. “What the hell am I doing?” he said under his breath “This is against the law.”

How much was he risking for Book and the Lapps? Going to prison, certainly, but perhaps something even worse? He couldn’t help but ...

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