Captain Beatty Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

"What I know about him is what he said when he introduced himself. He's their leader and his name is Lt. Dane. He doesn't look like the police. He bald and scary and looks mean." "Why are you still here? You should've left by now." "The Madam won't let us leave. Bea, one of the guards said that the guy that shot at them is still here, hiding. Why is he still here? This is all going to be bad Bea. What should we do?" Britney said and wailed. "I don't know Britney, I really don't. I'm going to talk to the Madam." "Don't go yet Bea, please. Stay here with me."

Taking a deep breath is even more impossible and I struggle for sips of air. After a second or two, the pain eases up and I'm able to pull up my heavy head. I watch as Atticus approaches, prowling toward me like a big, ghostly cat. I struggle to get to my feet, but stumble back, hitting my head hard against the wall. I feel warm blood roll down my neck. I'm beaten and he knows it. CHAPTER 52 ** Brad ** Man to Man "You had a chance to leave, yet you chose to stay," Atticus says, looking genuinely curious. "Do you love her?"

Captain heard Hisoka’s voice calling Smiley out. (Sorry.) Said Smiley a heartbeat later. Then, he heard the sound of rush steps slapping the ground and rigid breath accompanied it. Later, he heard the sound of a couple of heavy loads lifting throughout his search. Captain bit his fingernail, waiting patiently because he couldn’t easily move from his spot. He served as an observer and supervisor. Any changes must be relayed directly into the intercom. Like it or not, he must stay loyal to his job. Thus, he must believe in Smiley.

The taste of his mouth on me, the way he swallowed every drop like he owned it. I waited until the clock hit 1:30 a.m. Then I slipped out of my bunk in nothing but my gray sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. The hallway was dark. I moved quiet, bare feet on the cool floor, heading toward the captain’s office at the back of the station. The door was cracked open. A single desk lamp was on inside. I pushed it wider and stepped in. Captain Reed sat behind his desk in just a pair of black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the thick bulge between his legs. His massive chest and arms were bare, muscles still pumped from the long shift. He looked up when I entered, eyes dark and hungry.

Chapter 38: The Flowerpot Men "Sorry, Boss," Bosley stammered, his voice trembling slightly as he looked up from the grim, blood-soaked mattress. He was still kneeling in the unimaginable filth, his hands cradling the fragile, tiny life he had just breathed back into existence. "I know I shouldn't have disturbed the scene. I know the protocol. But I couldn't just leave them there! He was turning blue... he was dying." The captain stepped fully into the dim, torch-lit room, his seasoned eyes sweeping over the tragic tableau - the dead, grey-faced mother, the squalor, and his youngest recruit holding onto a miracle. His stern expression softened by a fraction.

The one who fed the cops those silly ideas about me being a suspect in Doctor Ryle’s murder? Son of a bitch. The anger came fast and hot, but I forced it down. Not here. Not in front of the chief. Not with cameras watching. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me…….keeping my face calm as I took my breath again. “Mr Mattias,” the chief said, his voice smooth and a bit loud. “Welcome! Please, you can have your seat.” He gestured to the chair beside Mr Beau. Beau stared up at me, and I swear I saw it…….’that predatory look’ in his eyes. Then it was gone instantly, masked behind an innocent smile.

It grated along his nerves like sandpaper across skin. “But you have to be careful,” the captain continued. “I suggest that you stay put. As far as I know, he doesn’t know where you are. You need to keep it that way. I’m assembling a team of officers. Just say the word and I’ll send them to you. You have to stay out of the search.” “Thanks, Captain,”Mark answered. Lucien was frozen in stunned fury. “We’ll be in touch.” “I was also able to confirm your other friend was there as well. A miss Becca Royce.”

Bing got off his phone at last and headed for him. “You’re only supposed to come in to use the gym for your physical therapy.” “Reporting back to duty, sir.” Jack winced when his side brushed against an open drawer. “Like hell.” “I’m all healed.” “Bullshit.” “Healed enough.” Bing’s gaze turned to steel. “I’m the captain. Keeping my men safe is my top priority. Go home.” “I could be useful on this case,” he said reasonably.