Police Officer Drawing Novels & Stories

Eddie asked Mark. "I think he has told me everything he knows about these creatures. Based on his description we were able to make this sketch," Mark said, taking the sketched piece of work from the police artist as he showed it to Eddie. I wasn't able to tell what the drawing looked like but the reaction in Eddie's face showed that it must have been hideous. 'What did you see?' I thought to myself with my eyes on the witness whose eyes were on Eddie. Some minutes later Eddie walked out with Mark and the police artist and following after them were two officers who were leading the witness out the building.

A police cruiser pulled up behind him, siren whooping once to get his attention. Jake's heart skipped a beat. He pulled over to the shoulder, hands gripping the wheel tight. 'What did I do?' he wondered, glancing at the cop car. The officer stepped out, a big guy in his late 30s, broad shoulders filling out his uniform shirt. His name tag read 'Officer Hale.' He had a stern face, short dark hair, and a jaw that looked like it could crack nuts. Hale shone his flashlight into Jake's car, making him squint.

All I wanted to do was get that psycho to jail. *** “Did he tell you his name?” The middle-aged policeman in front of me asked. There were two of them. “No, he didn’t… B… but I can draw him.” My hands were shivering under the table. What if I couldn’t draw anymore? What if he runs far away before they can catch him? Or worse, what if he hurts Nathan because I reported him? “Miss? Are you okay?” My eyes went back to the man who was holding out a pen and paper for me; he looked genuinely concerned.

Harper reaches him and stops his swiveling chair with her bare hands. He stops and looks over his head, and then smiles brightly seeing it's Harper. He removes his headset from his head and places it gently on the table before standing up and giving a mock salute. "AGENT DREW REPORTING!" Harper raises her brows, releasing the chair. "What does that one mean now?" "You were a police officer yesterday..." Harper sighs. "Just show me what you said you had for me. Something for the Greene Drug Case you said?"

His face was flushed with anger and triumph. Before I could slip away into the nearby alley, a tall police officer stepped out of the first car with authoritative purpose. His commanding voice cut sharply through the air, “Stop right there! Keep your hands visible at all times. Do not make any sudden movements.” The order left no room for argument and gave me no reason to test whether he would use force during the arrest.

The police officer was very nervous because he didn’t seek permission from the higher-ups. Chief Towers smiled brightly at him and said, “You did a good job, Officer Jones. The way you answered the questions showed the public that we care. You are very smart, and you are going far in your career.” Constable Jones heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Chief Towers’ words. He thanked Chief Towers, then he left his boss’s office smiling. True to his word, the Minister of Police and his wife were in their bedroom, glued to the television. They were waiting for the news of Bella’s arrest. He smiled brightly when he saw the Hope News reporter, Drew, interviewing one of the police officers.

"I was in a rush and I do not have all day with you." "I see," the cop nods and faintly humphs. "These tickets could go away if you know what I mean," the officer writes slowly to draw the time out, loudly chewing gum. "No. I don't know what you mean," Forbes' fingers tapped the steering wheel, and the annoyance was starting to set in. On her right hand, the bold officer rubs her index finger against her thumb with the other fingers folded in to indicate this was about money. "Should I continue to write, or do you want to go scotch free?"

“He has a motive. We will question him immediately.” “That son of a bitch…” Drew muttered under his breath, standing up. “I’m going to find him right away.” “Drew… he’s not in town currently,” I whispered weakly. He paused, frowning. “If he’s not in town, then how can he possibly do this?” “That doesn’t stop him from being a suspect,” the officer added. Drew slowly went back to his seat. “Let’s go to the next person… Kirah,” the officer said.

The officer's eyes lit up instantly, the greed practically glimmering in his pupils like a starving animal being offered meat for the first time in months. “Yes, sir! Of course, sir. Please, have a seat.” He said quickly, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk, “I’ve pulled out the file you asked for.” Elijah sat like a man who already owned the place, and I followed his lead, crossing my legs as I kept my attention on the officer. He pulled open a metal drawer, tugging out a thin file, yellowed and slightly frayed at the edges. He set it down on the desk with great care, as though handling something precious, even though we both knew he’d probably ignored this file for years.

I watch the policeman unfold from the vehicle. He is a huge man, bigger than Massimo. He is chubbier and he looks way older. He seems strangely very happy. His partner remains inside the car. I can hear the faint crackle of a radio drifting out from behind. I realise it's the most ordinary sound I have heard in hours. As the officer draws nearer the question leers even louder and my hands begin to shake like leaves being swatted by strong wind. Are you really going to report him to the police?