Police Novels & Stories

came his response. Sadie’s felt her frown grow even stronger across her forehead. What exactly was going on? “Sir…” she began, but her chief cut her off. “How about 1-8-7,” he said. Sadie shivered. A 187 meant homicide. It was just about the last call an officer on duty wanted to hear. Policing a murder was a pretty grim end to what had already proved to be one of the most unpleasant shifts Sadie Marlow had had.

Still sipping. The Police had already arrived at the scene...There were red and blue lights lit up the cliffside. Sirens blared in the background as policemen shinned their flashlights down into the dark waters below. “Step back, everyone! Move back!” one officer shouted, waving his hand to push the crowd away. People stood at the roadside, some too shocked to speak, others whispering in fear and confusion. Cars were parked unevenly, horns blaring from the traffic buildup. A few drivers got out, curious about what was happening.

Maria asked as they stopped. "They were right there," the police officer replied, looking awkwardly at the spot where he had seen the dead body of two people who were important to Maria. He turned to his partner. Another police officer dressed in the proud colors of blue and white and repeated the same words he had told Maria, "they were right there."

Paul pleaded with Mr Bill to visit he’s house for an important discussion. he’s very good friend, they have know each other from childhood, Mr bill was surprised because Paul hasn’t invited him in such manner, he assured him that he will come after work. “Mr bill is a senior police officer, a very dedicated one at that. He’s a professional officer who responds to threats, emergencies, he has helped to keep criminals off the street, and work to protect citizens and their communities from harm. This job is not easy and there are many capabilities beyond strength and bravery that officers must possess to be great at what they do.

Not wanting to be caught examining his ever-growing cock. I examined his license and registration, and he indeed had the last name of the city manager. “I’m going to give you a ticket. You’re not getting off easy because your father is the City Manager. Have a nice day, and be sure to slow the fuck down. It's the law.” I wrote him a ticket and handed it to him, but instead of grabbing it, he grabbed my hand, pulled me closer to the vehicle, and turned off my body camera.

Arrest that insolent prick right now! "Yes, sir!" At Leino's bellow, the police officers answered at once, training their weapons as they encircled and advanced on Frank. Frank laughed coolly in turn. "Hah! So, the police commissioner of Bralog is going to make an arrest without caring to justify himself? It seems that you're really in league with Droitner Inc.!" "Hold up!" Leino bellowed, holding up his hands to stop his officers just as they reached Frank

He should be able to growl at the guy and scare him into behaving like a man and not a spoilt brat who did not know how to withdraw with dignity. His phone vibrated. Wade, a contact in the local police force. “Hey, Wade.” “Raven,” Wade was in the office, the noise behind him loud, voices and yells. “Nothing on Gregory Holmsworth that I know about, but I will put the word out, eh?” “Yeah, I would appreciate it. Thanks.” “Do you know what you are looking for? Might help if I could narrow it down some. Narcotics, Vice, homicide…?”

In the police headquarters of all the police stations in the New City district of the state, Sheriff Stone Stanley, well-kitted in his sheriff uniform, elegant, tall, young, and average muscular, walked into the long horizontal Hall heading directly to the lane that leads to offices. All the police officers stood unconsciously looking at him while he walked in like one viewed in a slow-motion manner.

someone said over a loudspeaker. It seemed I recognized the owner's tone of voice. He indeed often represents the police, especially the East Java Regional Police, as a spokesperson. Yes, he was the Head of Public Relations of the East Java Regional Police, Grand Commissioner Police (GCP) Franz Labossy. Hearing that, the reporters rushed closer to the press conference table. There was a black band that divides the stage and the media. Five people are sitting parallel there. The first was, of course, GCP Franz and four other policemen

My father asked with a hint of anger in his voice and they went near us. "Dad, it's a protocol. I'm a criminal. And, they are just doing their jobs. Well, it's better than to be tied up in a chair with chains, blindfolded, and with some mouthpiece to shut me up. Right, Mr. Police?" Aidan stated with her usual composure and the police nodded his head while the evil-looking man in suit smiled slyly.