Police Novels & Stories

Putting away his phone, he turned slightly and saw a policeman. "What's the matter?" he frowned and asked Jenna. Oh no, she must have hit someone, Jenna thought to herself. Trembling all over, she curled up in the driver's seat, not hearing Hansen's question at all. Hansen didn't get Jenna's reply for a long time. Guessing that something was going on, he got up and opened the window of the car. "Hello, Mr. Richards. I am a traffic policeman in Sky Zone. I'm responsible for this area. This is my work permit." The policeman obviously knew Hansen. He saluted and greeted Hansen politely.

The windshield of the car worked non-stop, Cars were coming your way... Creature: Cursed. Policeman: I will get rid of you. Hikary: I'm going to kill him. Creature: No..., it won't... They got there..., devouring them. Police Corps: Don't let them get close... Cars were attacked and ambushed. Police Corps: I'll stop you. Cornering and ambushing cars... Policeman: I'm going to crush him. He managed to get into the car.

[Alice’s POV] Sirens cut through the dull night sky of Boston. David obviously didn’t expect Adam to actually call the police, much less that the police would arrive so quickly. When the alternating red and blue lights reflected off the body of his top of the range Rolls-Royce, the malevolence on his face escalated at this ‘absurdity.’ When the police officer got out of the patrol car, his hand was already on his gun belt. “Mr. Newcombe, we have received a report that you are suspected of driving under the influence of alcohol, and harassing members of the public. Please cooperate with the law.”

Not to smoke it, I have never done this for real, but so that I’d have something to do with them and not let anyone else see how my fingers just can’t stand still. Then I tell my best friend everything, because I can’t just keep it to myself. By the time I am done the police arrives which is not much of police actually. There are only two middle aged guys with greasy faces, driving an old pickup truck with the letters of ‘police’ scraped over the edges. They are both dressed in light muddy green uniforms and look less than impressed.

Raverine mumbled and memorized the face of the other guys within the picture. “Alex, I need you to use your search lens.” “Sure, Mister Raverine, you may upload the file now.” Raverine dragged the cropped picture of the three men captured together with the woman. “Poselle Lujean, police department 7 police detective. Luigi Gritz, police department 8 police officer. Kalil Monterez, police department 8 police officer.” “Look for Poselle Lujean, Alex.” “Poselle Lujean… Thank you, Alex."

Gerard and Nathan waited anxiously for the police to arrive, their minds filled with worry and uncertainty about Ivy's sudden disappearance. The minutes felt like hours as they paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally glancing at each other with concerned expressions. Finally, the sound of sirens filled the air, signaling the arrival of the police. Nathan rushed to open the door while Gerard stood by, his heart pounding with anticipation. Two officers entered the house, and Nathan quickly briefed them about Ivy's disappearance and the events leading up to it.

Even if it was just for one day, he felt a sense of wealth. With anticipation and apprehension, they cautiously entered the hotel. Their hearts pounded as they were met with an unsettling silence, contrasting the usual bustling atmosphere. The surroundings were illuminated by the flashing lights of police cars, casting an ominous glow on the scene before them. His detective sense was telling him that it's a crime scene. Police officers, dressed in black uniforms, patrolled the area while taking photos of crime scene evidence with large cameras attached to their belts. As soon as Mason saw his senior detective Diro he quickly hid

the police officer says as he takes out a warrent. "Mark Sky we've found evidence against you leading to the death of this man, you have a right to remain silent," the policeman says, at that moment it occurs to Mark that he wasn't just abandoned. He was used.

"You do. I'm sorry, I swear I don't know what came over me. I just... I just got stupid and acted thoughtlessly." "Thoughtlessly? I fuckin lost my marriage! You ruined my life, my home! And you stand here and tell me you got stupid?" "Anderson please, I promise you I'm not this kind of person-- "You have to come with us now, miss Hawthorne," a policeman interrupted, his feature was like that of a biker. The dark blue cap carried a star in its center that easily gave his rank away and a pistol stayed tucked in the pocket of his blue pants.

An elderly woman wrote a polite, careful letter asking if Carolina would please consider baking a loaf in the shape of her dead son’s elbow (“his bursa protruded so, it would mean the world to me.” So when the police came—two in dress uniform, four in the matte black of real enforcement—Carolina did not find it odd that they waited in proper queue, shifting on their feet, breathing in the humid, spiced air. Customers whispered behind her, huddling toward the wall. Mira caught her eye and looked a question: fight or run or serve? “Civic order,” read the lead officer, his badge a little singed at the edge from some previous encounter, “requires immediate cessati