Police Officer Drawing Novels & Stories

The female officer asked as the male officer looked at me with a gentle smile on his face. “Umm like with a hunchback?” I asked, making the female officer furrow her eyebrows. “No just-“ “Do you have a picture or maybe a description?” I ask, wanting to know the amount of information they had about Carter and probably what he did so that I can finally decide if he is a good person or not. “No, at the moment we don’t.” The male officer said but he shuts up when she shoots him a look. “Can I know if this man is dangerous and if yes, why?” I ask curiously. If police is looking for him, he should be the bad guy right, he has the looks for it.

Finn agreed. Hanging up the phone, Finn noticed a police cruiser pulling up with flashing lights. Two officers got out of the car with their guns drawn and slowly walked over to Drake's car that Lili and Finn were sitting in. The officer on Finn's side, knocked on the window and yelled at Finn to get out of the car with his hands up. Calmly Finn said to Lili, "Just follow their orders and everything should be fine. Drake is on his way." Before Finn finished speaking, the officer smashed the window and grabbed Finn's jacket, growling "I told you to get out of the car with your hands up!"

Victor. A tall police officer with a captain's badges stepped forward. He held a white piece of paper in one hand. His other hand was on his own gun. Victor looked at all the guns aimed at his chest. He did not flinch. He did not blink. He stood perfectly still.

The flashing red and blue lights from the police cars make everything feel surreal. I stand frozen near the car, hugging myself against the chill that seems to seep into my bones. My gaze keeps drifting to Zachary, who's talking to the officers a few feet away. The officers seem uncomfortable in his presence, even though Zachary's voice remains calm. One of them hesitates before nodding at something he says, scribbling notes furiously on a pad. The exchange feels more like an order being issued than a report being taken.

she asked. I stared at it, searching my memory, but nothing came. “No, I’ve never seen that before.” I replied. Next to me, Viktor stayed quiet. His jaw was clenched. His eyes were locked on the drawing,Not blinking. “Viktor?” I asked softly. Still, he didn’t speak. His eyes darkened, and a muscle in his cheek twitches. The officers noticed his tense expression. “Sir, do you recognize the symbol?” officer Renna asked.

demanded the police officer. Emma looked into the shrubs but Mel wasn't coming out. How could she tell the officer that it wasn't her car, that she was just picked and knew nothing about the particulars. Her attention quickly went to the drawer-like section of the car where she keeps her own particulars. "Your particulars ma'am? " said the impatient police officer. "Just a minute. " Emma told him and pulled out the particulars from the place she had assumed they will be. "Here. " she said handing it over to the officer who was standing by the window outside.

Jeremy was stationed beside Corinne's hospital bed, and at that moment, one of the police officers in the ward said to him, "Mister Jeremy, please step to the side. The new witness is now having a confrontation with the suspect. Police officers need to get closer to take notes." Jeremy just stared at the police officer indifferently and remained standing where he was like an immovable, majestic mountain with both of his hands tucked inside his pants' pockets. A certain chill ran up the police officer's spine, even though Jeremy did not say anything. "Mister Jeremy…" began the police officer exasperatedly.

I look through the window and I see a police officer, standing there with a baton. Shit! With practiced ease, I swipe the window down and my eye contact with the police man’s. To be continued…

“Okay.” “Thank you. This–this would help a lot.” “Mn.” “I’ll call our sketch artist over so we can get started. Oh–would you like something else to eat?” He shook his head. “Alright..” Detective Jones left and soon came back with the sketch artist who brought in a tablet computer instead of a sketch pad. While Detective Jones was fetching the sketch artist, he reported to the Chief that Ace is helping him. He explained it to them briefly. Ernest and Lillian were at first dissatisfied that they seem to be taking advantage of the person who might be their son.

“This is The Wolf.” Will the Officer eyed the picture carefully, committing it to memory. He pushed a few buttons and things zinged and zipped and flew through the etherverse until The Wolf and the various features that made up his face were contained neatly in nice little criminal files. “He didn’t see you take it?” “No. I was careful. Do you recognize him?” “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean anything.” He slipped the phone into his desk. Marie fidgeted. “Thank your wife for letting me use her phone, would you? That was good of her.”