Officer Barbrady Novels & Stories

Brooklyn stared at him with fear in her eyes. “Good morning, Mr. Ardolf. We have arrested Freddie Miller and some of his men as they were entering Washington through I-5 N. Three of our officers have been injured in the combat, but nothing serious so far,” he informed, making Brooklyn gasp with horror. “Good job, officer. That's very good news indeed!” said Nikolas, feeling relieved. However, his relief was only short-lived as Officer Warner’s next words shocked him to the core. “Thanks but there’s a slight problem, Mr. Ardolf, “ said the officer immediately, making Nikolas wary and alert.

Her wish to be the President's secretary did not work out,' she thought. Afterward, she met the twenty-two-year-old Front Desk Officer, Miss Barbara Wilson, sitting in her cubicle that looked like a box office. Unlike Bright, Capt. Jaja did not give her the honor of introducing her to the lady. Unaware of her mission, Barbara stopped her work and locked eyes with her. “I hope she will not fight the officer?” Tim asked himself nervously and watched on. Suddenly, she greeted her, “Hi. I'm Miss Dickson.” The officer searched her in wonderment and wondered, 'Who doesn't know you in this organization?'

There are four police officers in the dining area and they all look up and give me a cordial nod as we approach. “Mr. Merrick, sorry to disturb you. We wanted to introduce ourselves and let you know we were assigned to your case. Mrs. Merrick we are very sorry and hope this doesn’t leave a bad taste in your mouth for our beautiful island. I am officer Brinks.” He begins as I shake his hand. “This is officer Cardwell, Officer Dugess and Officer Elmonte.” They all reach across the table to shake my hand. “I definitely won’t hold this against your beautiful island. I do however want everyone connected caught and charged to the fullest extent of the law.” Selene tells them.

"I am. What is she causing trouble over now? Is she still lying on the ground refusing to get up? Did someone call the police?" The lead officer did not answer her question. He simply looked at her heavily and said, "Please accept our condolences. Briana Hayes has passed away."

Tiffany said, her voice shaking as she addressed the officer at the barricade. “Sorry, ma’am,” the officer replied, holding up a hand. “This is an active crime scene. No one goes in.” River stepped forward, his tone low and commanding. “Let us through. Now.” “Let him in,” another voice said beside the officer. It was a man in a plain suit, Tiffany noticed. “This is Detective Anderson. He is a friend of mine,” River introduced her to him. “Go on, Foster. Things are under control now,” Anderson said grimly.

He was trying to maintain composure and not let his emotions get the better of him. “Sorry mate, nothing.” Johnson shook his head, disappointed at the lack of information he could provide. “Ops Room!” Came Brown’s voice over the intercom. Archer jumped away from the doorway, barrelling into the Operations Room. Cpl Brown was sat behind his desk, scrolling through various footage. Archer leant across the desk, hovering over Brown’s shoulder. The CCTV footage he was scrolling through was paused. Archer looked down at the screen, the image of a black van in the background and two men grabbing Cara. Her body was slumped and she had a sack over her head.

“Hello! My name is Officer Brandon Davies from the NYPD. We have an arrest warrant against Michael Halest.” “What?” Hannah frowned. “What the hell is even going on…Ajax, you need to see this!” But before she could complete her sentence, Ajax walked past her and greeted the officer with a handshake. “We’re waiting for you only. Please come inside.” Ajax led them in. Hannah looked as puzzled as ever. Claudia wearing the same expression of shock and surprise, if not less. “So, what’s the status? Did your father return?” The officer asked, the rest of his team standing on their toes.

Really? The road finally cleared up, and we made our way smoothly to the Evergreen police station. It was extremely late, but they must let me see Ella. If they didn’t, then they might just be looking for trouble where there’s none. Once inside, an officer walked up to me. “Hello Mr Denver, I’m officer Barrett. What brings you here at this time of the night?” The old man in a black uniform holding a baton and a taser said to me,

“You’re the one hiding behind a desk, doing nothing while innocent people—” “Ahem.” The sound of someone clearing their throat behind me made me pause. Officer Brooks shot to her feet, her gum vanishing as she straightened her posture. “Chief Parker, sir.” Her voice dripped with exaggerated respect. I turned slowly, expecting some grizzled, intimidating figure in his fifties. Instead, I found myself face-to-face with a man who couldn’t have been older than thirty-five. His crew cut gave him a sharp, no-nonsense appearance, and his navy-blue suit fit him like it was custom-tailored.

"I'm officer Gand. This is officer Vick. We're were here a few weeks ago. We're with the SCPD. If you don't mind, we'd like to talk to Miss Jackie Ryder again. We have a few more questions for her." I hopped off the stool and went to the door. I remembered them. They were the same officers I spoke with after Abby died. Both were around the same height. They didn't look that old, probably in their twenties. Officer Gand was the one with strawberry blond hair and officer Vick had dark brown hair. They were both dressed in navy uniforms. When Officer Vick saw me, he smiled. Not a hey-how-ya-doin' smile, but an a-ha-now-we've-got-you smile.