Officer Chen Novels & Stories

But Lucas had said it with such certainty, like it was the most natural thing in the world to detect someone's feelings through scent. Before I could puzzle over it further, my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up, expecting maybe a message from Damon or perhaps a reminder about one of my work projects. Instead, I saw an unknown number flashing across the screen. I almost didn't answer, my finger hovering over the decline button. But something made me reconsider, some instinct that said this might be important. "Hello?" I answered, keeping my voice neutral. "Miss Rodriguez? This is Officer Chen from the police." The voice on the other end was professional

Valeria “Next time, pay attention to details before you transfer power to irresponsible men,” Officer Chen said, in a sharp and disdainful voice. I opened my mouth to talk, but Officer Ramirez interrupted, “You’ve been served, Miss DeLuca. There’s nothing else to say. File your protest in court if you like.”

Yichen shouts, wrestling with the wheel to keep the SUV from flipping. As Yichen’s SUV came to a grinding halt, Sarah brought her car to a stop a safe distance away. Her breathing was ragged, her mind racing as she weighed her options. She knew the battle wasn’t over. Just then, red, and blue lights illuminated the beach, accompanied by the wail of sirens. Two police cars screeched to a halt nearby, their doors flying open. “Police! Hands in the air!” shouts Officer Jun Yang, a seasoned cop with a calm but commanding presence. Beside him, his younger partner, Officer Ciara Wong, has her weapon drawn, scanning the scene.

she was still my mother. “No,” I said quietly, shaking my head. “I won’t waste police resources. Thank you.” At that moment, a young policeman approached Officer Chen and whispered something into his ear. I could see the slight change in Officer Chen’s expression as he glanced between me and the man beside me, his brows furrowing. My instincts told me something unexpected was about to unfold, and my suspicions were confirmed when Officer Chen spoke. “After preliminary questioning by my colleagues, Merlin admitted that she acted alone and that Susan Wenger was unaware of her actions. Additionally,

A man with a brown mustache was quick to approach me. Officer Chan. The name tag read. No doubt a middle aged asian man. I see him briefly on the streets with a bag of donut and a cup of coffee. It's a police officer's usual routine. I mean, I'm sure you've at least seen one in your life.

He's acting cold again. The officer got confused. He really does act strange this morning! He forced a smile and asks, "Is something bothering you, sir? Perhaps the general is throwing a fit again?" The second question of the officer made Liu Chen's eyebrows knit. His acting becomes his reality. With an ashen face, he warned the officer. "Throwing a fit? Don't you dare talk about the general like she's some kind of a child. She is strict but she is never unreasonable. I don't want to hear you talk about her like that again. You lack respect."

Kristen Oliver looked up and saw Chen Wei sitting in front of him with a stool, and behind him were two rows of bodyguards wearing suits but looking like bandits. The staff next to them are scared to hide far away, and Anna is also holding her mobile phone defensively, waiting for the police at any time. Kristen Oliver's face is uncertain. Looking at Chen Wei in front of him, he asked, 'What's the matter? Mr. Chen? ' Seeing Kristen Oliver without a trace of fear, Chen Wei actually appreciated it.

They haul me up, my belly scraping across the bricks, until I’m dumped on the tarpaper. I look up at my antagonists, shielding my eyes against the lowering sun pouring through tattered cloud cover on the horizon. It takes a second to register, but I’m looking at a heavyset Caucasian with a bald spot in a blue windbreaker and khakis and a young Chinese guy in a motorcycle jacket and jeans. Benny Chen, ironically one of the only Chinese cops working the Fifth Precinct. I’ve seen him with Joe on a couple of occasions. “Benny? What the hell? And who’s this asshole?”