The driver was resting in one of the witness holding areas. New rules made sure he was stuck there, too, for up to twenty four hours. The small room provided to these 'necessary witnesses' had a television, bed and computer terminal - though Internet activity was monitored, according to a very large warning - and they were given food and drink on demand... But that didn't stop stop them feeling trapped. Like criminals, more than victims or innocent bystanders. Needless to say it wasn't a popular scheme.<br/><br/>When Amanda stepped into the room her witness was in bed, though awake and studying the plain white ceiling in detail. His eyes flicked sideways, ran up and down the girl with equal measures of surprise and interest - a combination often earned by pretty, young officers by virtue of their remaining in the minority - before he turned away again.<br/><br/>"I told the last guy everything, what more can you want?" He sighed dramatically as Amanda asked him to repeat himself *again*, but finally at her coaxing he swung his legs around to sit crosswise on the bed. He was a large, burly man with not much hair and a slightly crooked nose; he might look more at home as a bouncer than as a driver.<br/><br/>"Alright, I'll tell yeh, but this is all I know, right? I was doing the delivery, an overnight stocking trip to the hospital. They like to send us at all ungodly hours, see, 'cause it's *s'posed* to stop shit like this. Anyway, I turned into that road - what's it called... St William Street, is it? - and there was this car parked, crossin' my path, see? White, mazda something, and no I didn't see the fuckin' number plate before you ask." He looked more than a little irritated at how many times he'd said this. The second guy had even agreed that they believed him, but here he was four hours later...<br/><br/>"Two guys came from the right and one from the left. They had guns... Not big ones, but automatic I reckon - didn't really wanna find out love, y'know? They was dressed normal enough, 'cept they wore face masks... Halloween bullshit. It was pretty quick then... They dragged me out, threw me to face the floor. I'm no hero, didn't much resist 'em. Half reckoned they was gonna shoot me anyway, but they just hit me the once. I reckon they knocked me with a gun cause I was well outta it." He turned and fingered the back of his head, letting her see a large ripe bruise, framing a luckily not too serious cut. It looked painful, though, and genuine.<br/><br/>"And that's that... Came to and both the car and the van were gone, so I rung the coppers. I didn't get a real look at 'em, but all of them were white fella's, average height and build and all that shit. One was on the phone, though... English accent. Sounded like he was tellin' his boss it'd gone down or somethin'." Something in the way he leaned back suggested he was done with his story.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>