Officer Barbrady Novels & Stories

I told the officer. “Why would any of the Brady’s steal my car?” Amy asked. “I don’t think Doug or Carrie would,” I assured her. “But I don’t know about their sons or Carly.” “Both of the Brady boys have been at work all day,” the officer told us. “And Carly confessed she didn’t have to work today. She’s with her boyfriend.” “I’m sorry, there isn’t anything else we can do,” the officer added. “You got my car back,” Amy said. “Thank you. Can we go now?”

It was said that he had an extremely high IQ of 151. Sebastian and Whitney had just walked into the office when they overheard the indignant Brody say, "Officer Bellamy, you should have been the one leading this case. Now they've suddenly changed it to a traditional medicine doctor named Ballard. It's unacceptable." Letting a mere traditional medicine doctor command the elite of the police in the investigation was an insult to Brody. The middle-aged man, Gerard Bellamy, smiled as he looked at Brody. Although he didn't say anything, he was inwardly extremely pleased.

"Fine escort him to my office and stay, I need to discuss a few thing with you after." I open the door and the men enter, I move to my chair, "so Elder Jonah's what can I do for you?" I clasp my hands in my lap waiting patiently for him to speak, he's the oldest Elder and extremely old fashioned in his ways, he clears his throat, "Alpha Braddock, first let me say that I am not here to cause issues, I personally do not have an issue with this type of thing." I arch a brow at him, this old fucker has an issue with everything, so what doesn't he have an issue with, "go on," I say nonchalantly.

Dom stopped pressing against his hand and put his hands on his hips. “Excuse me,” Brody said in a loud tone. “Who are you, and what are you doing?” The freckle-faced woman glanced at Brody like he was an insect of some kind. Her eyes flicked briefly over Dom, as well, before she looked back down at the wallet in her hand. “I’m Officer Steelie with the task force. I believe Captain Wilds told you I would be coming.” Brody looked back at Dom with his eyebrows raised. Dom frowned and started over toward her. “He did, but I really don’t think you’re going to find any evidence in Jennah’s wallet.”

she gasped again, voice thin as paper. “Don’t worry,” the officer said with controlled authority—a calm in the storm. “We’re going to get you stabilized.” But color drained from Barbara's face with each heartbeat; conscious thought slipped through her fingers like sand. “Call for paramedics!” the officer yelled; urgency crept into his voice now. Ethan felt adrenaline flood him—anguish sharpened like a knife at what they were facing. “Please,” he urged them in an almost begging tone. “We don’t have time!”

“Um, yes, I am. What seems to be the problem?” “I’m Officer Workman, and this is my partner, Officer Sanchez. Is Mr. Barrett home? We’d like to speak to both of you if possible.” “He’s in the shower.” “Ma’am,” Workman said, stepping closer to the door, “could we come in? We have some questions for you and your husband.”

Despite Taylor shouting in righteous indignation over me, I managed to convey that I needed assistance from the school resource officer. Officer Louisa Barbour arrived only a moment later than I wished she had, right after Taylor gave up shouting and began attempting to pry her purloined lip balm from my hand, and right before it occurred to me that the optics on this were terrible. My profound gift of hindsight belatedly pointed out that it would have been better to let her have the stupid thing and then deal with the consequences for her antagonism after. Instead, Officer Barbour walked in on Taylor fully straddling my lap, her chest pressed hard against mine as she tried to reach my clenc

He had planned for this. They stopped near an empty consultation room. One of the officers stepped forward. “I’m Officer David,” he said. “This is Officer Kareem.” Adrian nodded politely. “How can I help you?” Officer David glanced briefly at a small notepad in his hand. “We’re looking into a missing person case.” Adrian’s heartbeat remained steady. Unchanged. “Alright.” “A woman named Eva Mitchell,” the officer continued. There it was. Adrian’s expression shifted just enough to show recognition.

Eric mentioned, and the lady raised her head to look at him directly. “Okay! You can leave now. We are busy!” The female officer replied, and Eric frowned. He didn't understand why the officer was been rude. “Did you not hear what I said earlier?” Eric yelled angrily. He got the attention of other people, and the officer faked a smile. She then walked out of the bar with her both hands folded in a fist. Eric looked at her tag and saw the name, Mrs. Joyce. She was robust and tall, had a short neck and her brown hair was packed all back as her dark blue police cap, covered it. Her dark blue trousers were tight too.

That woman could call a serial killer sweetheart and somehow make it sound nurturing. I wipe my hands quickly on my sweatpants and chug the rest of my coffee before following her toward the living area. A young officer sits neatly on the couch in uniform with a tablet balanced over one knee and a polite smile that immediately makes me suspicious. Nobody associated with Blackbridge Correctional Facility should smile that much. I’m guessing he’s a rookie. Oh, he has to be. B’cos Blackbridge fucks up both their prisoners and staff. “Mr. Carter,” he says, standing briefly to shake my hand. “Officer Daniel Ramos.”