The Witness

Nayeli Rojas has thirty seconds of footage that could indict a federal agent for murder. She has a subpoena, a string of death threats, and fourteen days until she testifies. What she doesn't have is a way out of the safe house where the U.S. Marshals Service has locked her down for her own protection.

Deputy Marshal Diego Marin is the badge assigned to her detail — fluent in Spanish, spotless on paper, and hiding the fact that he recognized the shooter the moment the clip aired. He requested this assignment. He has his reasons. None of them are clean.

She built her life around never letting anyone close enough to control her. He built his around never getting close enough to anything that would make him choose between his conscience and his career. Now they're sharing eight hundred square feet, a ticking clock, and the kind of tension that can't stay professional — while the DOJ moves to bury the footage and everyone who's touched it.

The only two people who can blow this case open are about to become each other's biggest liability.