We only had a few minutes until midnight. I wasn't looking forward to the meeting, but at least I was there and not on my way to America. Still, a direct confrontation? I wasn't sure about it at all. Not only because it was risky, but because L's social skills may have as well been nonexistent.
I peered over at L. He was staring out a window. He was in deep thought again. He hadn't spoken to me since I convinced him to let me stay. I couldn't say I was too surprised that he was mad. Letting me stay was almost like a form of defeat. After what I said about us dying, I knew he'd never force me out. It was the one thing I knew would work, so I used it to my advantage.
Maybe it had been a little low. I knew L wasn't afraid of dying. He didn't want to, but he was prepared for it. Or at least, that's what he always told me. I didn't believe it for a second. No one could really be prepared for their own death. I could believe that he wasn't afraid of dying because I knew he wasn't, but I think he still was afraid of dying alone. I hoped I had least gotten through to him that I wasn't prepared to let that happen anytime soon.
I gasped when I heard the two knocks on the door. Was it midnight already? Actually, it was past midnight. It suddenly hit me that it wasn't just L's first appearance as L, but it was also my first time being introduced as H. Before then, no one had even known I existed besides Watari and L. How was that supposed to go over?
L walked to the middle of the room, saying loud enough that they could hear outside, "It's unlocked. Please, let yourselves in." I stood up and hid halfway behind L.
The Task Force members piled into the room. They gasped when they saw L. I didn't understand why they were so shocked...
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...d by the FBI between the fourteenth and the nineteenth of December. In fact, I have no doubt." He put an "x" on the arrow connecting those dates. The others gasped. I set a stack of files that were next to me on the table for the others to see. "These are files provided by the FBI, and they contain additional information you might find useful. For obvious reasons, you are not permitted to take these out of this room, but...."
L gasped a little when Matsuda exclaimed, "Amazing! There might only be five of us, but with this much information, we should be able to cover a lot of ground."
I spoke up, "I marked a few of the files that I thought had the most useful info or were trailing suspects that better fit the bill of Kira. Hopefully, that'll make things to a bit quicker." Of course, the agent investigating Light Yagami had been marked. He was just too suspicious.
The Confrontation Clause of the Sixth Amendment of the United States Constitution states, "In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to be confronted with the witnesses against him.”
In the United States criminal justice system, the accused is presumed innocent until proven guilty. With this concept in mind, the accused are given many rights to a fair trial. One of those rights falls under the sixth amendment in the United States Constitution. The confrontation clause reads, “In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right…to be confronted with the witnesses against him.” West’s Encyclopedia of American Law defines the confrontation clause as, “A fundamental right of a defendant in a criminal action to come face-to-face with an adverse witness in the court’s presence so the defendant has a fair chance to object the testimony of the witness, and the opportunity to cross-examine him or her” (Lehman & Shirelle, 2005, p. 85) The confrontation clause is essential to due process and pertains to the federal and state court. In some circumstances the accused is not being given the right to confront witness testimony face-to-face because the justice system grants exceptions to this constitutional right.
The FBI is an organization that takes pride in how they conduct their mission. John E. Ott, editor for the FBI says, “Our goal is to develop a comprehensive understanding of the threats and pe...
“Just listen. Please,” only the desperation in his voice made me stay- well I guess that’s not true. Deeply I wanted to hear what he had to say but another side of me wanted t the apology. “Look,” he sounded as though he was on the brink of tears- and lots of them too. “I still love you.I still love you with everything I have. I was drunk and lost that night- I never called you because- because I was scared you would leave me. I’m hopelessly in love with you Abigail, I never wanted to hurt you,” in that moment he sounded so cliche that I wanted to slap him across the face. I noticed him beginning to shake his head. “I know the idiocy of what I just said made you laugh on the inside, but- the dearth of my sleep, I’ve missed you so much, please just-” I thought about it all, and the worst part is that I believed him and the only way to shut him up now, was to well. I leaned as close possible to him and wrapped my hands around his head pushing his soft lips against my own. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t him I ever needed, it was someone at all and my choice was
L and I watched the laptop screen as many of the detectives stood up and left. A few lagged, unsure of themselves, but they gave in eventually. My heart dropped. There were only six left in the room, including Chief Yagami. I quickly scanned through the files I had to match the faces to a name. There was Soichiro Yagami, Shuichi Aizawa, Kanzo Mogi, Hirokazu Ukita, Hideki Ide, and Touta Matsuda. I smiled a little when I saw Matsuda. I remembered him from one of the first Task Force meetings, but after that, I hadn't heard him speak much. I figured he was too nervous.
“Let’s hope we have enough information to catch these guys.”, Vince said. as they were changing back into their uniforms.
“Okay,” I said. “Remember to follow the Deadwood Detective Agency’s standard operating procedures. Nail down the timeline. Follow up on the leads and treat everything as evidence. If you see the
At the time we arrived at an elegant hotel, the conference had already started. We hurried to carry our luggage to our assigned hotel rooms. In a matter of seconds, we were sitting in a circle, introducing ourselves to each other and playing different types of ice breakers. I didn’t know anyone besides the members from my group, however, that did not stop the feeling I was feeling at that moment. I felt like I knew those teenagers already, and their charisma just made it so comfortable for me to open up to them.
I walked as fast as I could to room Forty two as I could without running. I got the door and
I knew he heard me,he just chose not to reply.Then,the line went dead and his voice and laughter was gone.I don't know what overcame me,but I let the phone linger at my ear for a while.I just let it lay there,thinking about Everest.He was so broken,so absolutely shattered and he stabbed anyone who got too close.But,I couldn't let a man like him live in the shadows,live and bask in the cold frigid world of his own demons.He would die without sunshine and without warmth he would decay into oblivion.Though what pains me the most is the fact that,I notice him slipping away day by day into the dark place I used to be.When my parents died I became a fragile teenager,I was weak and morbid, life seemed to have no meaning anymore.Life became a constant question me,causing me to wonder,was it worth living?I felt fake-I was breathing,existing,taking up space in the world but I knew I was actually dead on the inside-withering away and decomposing.There would be days,when I felt death literally eating at my soul,threatening to consume the little bit of what was left of me.I forgot the world,smiling became foreign to me and love was a stranger-though we've met a few times,we had never been intimately introduced.Though,in my darkest days Dan saved me from my enemy- me.I was about to die and obliterate my existence from this world,but God placed strength in my brother to give me life.Now,I'm alive,happy and thankful for the grace that was bestowed upon me.But,now my heart breaks for
The article Indirect Aggression in the Media: a Content Analysis of British Television Programs uses content analysis to determine how much indirect aggression occurs in television programs popular with adolescents. The study looked at the hypothesis that if the shows were rated as nonviolence, then they would show no violence, even indirect violence.
There I stayed for the remaining 20 minutes which managed to feel like hours. Finally, we pulled into the front of the school. Any relief in exiting The Bus left me quickly as I gazed upon Royalton High School once again. I had visited the institution over the last three years for my brothers’ wrestling matches, so it was vaguely familiar. After attending Open House the week prior, I became hesitant to approach since last time I had been assaulted by a large group of chatty girls. Only two people names were known to me in this large abyss of hormones, but I’d never meet either of
Nowadays within modern western societies, men who beat their wives tend to aim for the face, especially around the eyes. Therefore, black eyes are the most common form of direct violence. Some the victimized wives experienced nasal fractures. In assaults of non-spouses, injuries were distributed all over the body. One of their main goals might've been to stigmatized their wives of their physical dominance.
“Look she’s going to room 22B, our math room!”Delaney exclaimed as we peered around a corner at her. She was knocking on the
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....