Officer Barbrady Novels & Stories

the lieutenant ordered before splitting up with his sergeant. Rodney approached the young woman holding the leash of a Golden Retriever. She had called 911 earlier, making the Chicago Police Department's criminal division's night shift tense with a new murder case. "Good evening, Miss Moira Jackson. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sergeant Rodney Bradford from the Chicago Police Department. May I ask you a few questions?" Rodney asked as he shook her hand sympathetically. "Good evening, Sergeant Rodney. Please, go ahead," Moira replied, her face feeling cold and frozen as the night grew late and she had been outside for several hours.

the lead officer said coldly, completely unmoved by her screaming. Hearing this, Vivian panicked and immediately dropped her biggest name. "You know Mortimer Craig, right?! The CEO of the Craig Corporation! Mortimer took down all those videos off the internet just to protect our family! You dare to arrest the person he's protecting? Aren't you afraid of losing your jobs?" The officers actually paused for a second. A smug look was just about to appear on Vivian's face when the lead officer sneered and pulled out the official summons stamped with the department's seal.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. Can I offer you something to drink? I have water and soda. Which would you like?" "Which one will get my fingerprints better? I'm sure that's why you're offering me a drink and why you kept me in this room for so long, trying to make me crack. Let me ask you this... when was Mr. Darby supposedly murdered?" The officers exchange glances. I guess they didn't think I was smart enough to ask them questions. "Well, if we're being honest, the soda can will pick up more fingerprints." In that case, give me the soda can. Once the officer hands it to me, I touch it all over and then hand it back to him. "One task done, you have my fingerprints. Now an

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. “That’s okay. I will still love you. Be safe and I’ll see you tonight.” I finally broke away from him and watched him leave. I walked back into the station and over to the dispatch office. The woman there smiled as I walked up. “Hello, detective Wells what can I do for you today?” I looked at her name tag. “Hello, officer King. I need to put an APB out.” She started typing into her computer. “Okay, and who is the suspect?” I took a deep breath. “Ex-Officer James Bradley.”

Jada stopped talking and asked, “Brady, why are you in a rush? What happened?” “The police officers are here. They’re taking my dad away for investigation!” Brady was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat. He immediately rushed into the resting lounge and looked for Mdm. Willis. “Grandma, something serious has happened!” Mdm. Willis quickly walked out. “Slow down. What is it?”

Did any of these men become my clients at some point? I wish there’s a woman working here, but sadly, they’re all male. Even the officer I’m staying in line for, who’s supposed to be working on female-centric cases. “Next.” I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I’m next. I move over to the officer, who gestures me to sit. “Good morning,” I greet him, subtly reading the name tag on his front pocket. Officer J. Brady. He’s an older man, probably around his forties, with silver hair already popping in his beard.

"Mr. Barter, they..." "Don't worry. We're not normal citizens. I have a badge to prove my merits," Dick asserted confidently. Holding his badge, he approached the leading plainclothes officer. "Officers, we're—" Before Dick could finish talking, the serious-looking plainclothes officer slammed him to the ground with practiced ease. Face pressed against the dirt, Dick sputtered, "You can't do this to me!" "Dick Barter," the officer declared, "we are from the Highest Operations Unit. We have orders from above requesting your cooperation in an investigation. Please comply with our instructions. Any resistance or incitement will be met with force."

“I said freeze. I’m going to taser you if you don’t stop.” The younger of the two officers hesitated, looking down at Brian with a giddy sort of expression. “Brian Sinclair. The lead guitarist of Sinners?” “Be a fan boy later,” Myrna said. “That dickhead you let escape broke Brian’s hand. Are you just going to let him get away?” The officer’s eyebrows drew together. “I’ll take him down,” he said and headed after his partner. The sound of electrical crackling carried down the hallway, followed by a yelp of pain.

Charlie greets once she opens the door. Two average-sized men on police uniforms nod their heads in apprehension. Charlie waits for them to finish shaking off snow from their boots before stepping in. The first thing Charlie notices is the lack of guns in its holsters. She rolls her eyes with a sigh. Of course, what'd she expected? The slightly taller one with a mustache pulls out a small notepad from his breast pocket, "Good day, I'm Officer Bradford and this is my partner, Officer George," he says, pointing to his partner.

The officer, a kind man in his fifties, already instructs me to sit down and wait until Barbara is being led in, so now I have been waiting for ten minutes. The steel door opens and Barbara is escorted in by an officer, her wrists cuffed, dressed in an orange jumpsuit. The moment she sees me, there’s a ghostly faint smile on her lips, I don’t say a word until she makes herself comfortable in the seat and the officer leaves us alone. “You look like hell.” I say, in the weeks that Barbara has been here, there’s a crease in her face, maybe it’s because of the lighting or the fact that she hasn’t performed her hundred-step skincare routine for weeks now. Her normally glowing skin looks dull.