Novel & Cerita Killing Stalking Police Officer

Pointing at the policeman with her left hand, she said, "Don't ever call me a killer. The dead man here is my dad. Why would I kill my father?" The policeman laughed. "That's what I'm saying. I'm sorry for calling you a killer. I will change it to murder. How about that? You must like that one, right?" The man said, laughing. Mara shot back, saying, "I'm going to sue you for what you said." "You don't know how you are going to overcome this, and you want to sue me. How?" The police officer asked. "Fuck you!" Thomson said angrily. "Fuck me?" The police officer asked, laughing.

Another policeman, who is barely conscious asks me in fear. "An old friend of Liam Harris. We can't let our leader rot in the government's prison and see our empire burning in ashes." I answer him and before the rest of the police force comes, I run from there. Yes, I kill two birds with a single shot. The police will set an inquiry on Liam's escape and murder of Officer Paul and my last witness will tell them the exact story I just made. It was the plan since the beginning. We run through the dense bushes and rocky surface and behind us the shouting and cursing of police can be heard but they don't know that they'd be loosing their own time in finding us as the sun is about to set at any mo

The fourth victim was a journalist and her body was found at a cemetery, she was 30 years old. The two officers from the SSS had been murdered by the killer to cover their tracks. The officers must have been making progress on the case and that did not go down well with the killer and he had decided to take them out of the picture. Unlike the ladies, the first officer had been killed with a bomb planted in his car and the body of the second officer had been found with a bullet in his skull at the murder scene of the 4th victim. Ballistics report had shown that the bullet that killed the second officer was fired from a semiautomatic pistol which had a silencer installed to its barrel.

"We can't do anything without proofs, sir." The police officer apologized. "I'm telling you, he tried to kill me with his men! I remember it now! Look!" Lucas opened his shirt to show him the big scar. "Sir!" "See this? He stabbed my body! He wanted me dead!" "But, sir, we don't know if it was Mr Eric Pierce," The officer said. "You lost your memory. Maybe you're confused." "What the hell are you saying?" Lucas scoffed, "So what?! You'll let a criminal live his life like he never did anything wrong?"

The sound of heavy footsteps quickly follows before they slow down as the man who works for Maverick is now walking close behind me. In silence. Annoyed, I stop walking and turn around to face him, “you do know that stalking is a felony, right? I mean, if I were to call the police and inform them that a male with your description is following me, I could have you in cuffs and charged.” Folding my arms across my chest, I let out a sigh as my gaze trails over his face, waiting to see if he shows any signs of caution. He doesn’t. Which only proves that he is loyal to Maverick at any cost.

Something crossed through his expression but it quickly passed before she could realize what it was. "We are here." He announced. She looked outside the windows and they were at the front of the police station. He turned off the car and they both came out. They headed inside the station and Officer Damon, he led them to an interrogation room, they stayed outside watching through the glass while Officer Damon entered inside. The culprit looked a bit young, she had never seen him before so why was he stalking her? "What did you say is the reason for stalking Miss Zendel?" He looked at Officer Damon. "I told you, she seemed intriguing so I thought it would be nice to know more about her."

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

“From my car, mostly. I park on his street in the evenings. Sometimes I drive the routes he drives, stay behind him, make sure he gets where he’s going. The A-road is one he takes when he’s returning from his ex-wife’s house.” “And you know this because…” “Because I’ve driven it behind him four times in the last three weeks.” The officer picked her pen back up. She held it between two fingers and tapped it once against the clipboard, a single tap that wasn’t nervous anymore. She was recalibrating. “There’s a word for what you’re describing,” she said. “I know what word you mean.” “Stalking.” The man didn’t flinch. He absorbed it the way someone absorbs a word they’ve encountered before and d

I felt like I would be cheating them out of their chance for the soulmate kind of love I had with Christian. "Maybe." I leaned back to his chest and soaked up the love he was giving me. Even if I never gave Greg another chance at us he would always be my friend and would never cross any lines he shouldn't. He would find his happiness one day too. "Oh my god!" I sat up covering my mouth with my hands. My eyes went to the TV that had a burnt van sitting in the middle of the road. My ears burned listening to the reporter. "Last night, one officer and one suspected crime boss were killed during an ambush while transporting this accused criminal. We have verified their identities as agent Bob Cra

“I called her multiple times, but she didn’t pick up. My mom hardly ever misses my calls. She usually answers right away. “She has high blood pressure, so I got really concerned. I asked for leave and rushed home, only to walk in and see her killing my mom!” The officer pressed further. “You saw her kill your mother with your own eyes?” “Yes! As soon as I walked in, I saw her stabbing my mom with a knife!” he said, his voice full of fury as he pointed an accusing finger at Suzy. “You vile woman, why did you kill my mother?” “Do you know her?” the officer asked him again. He shook his head firmly. “No, I’ve never seen her before. I don’t think my mom knew her either. I’m familiar with my mom’