Police Officer Drawing Mga Nobela at Kwento

He also had a scar from his right eye that ran all the way to his nose. He had a moustache and a little bit of beard. His eyes were black and I could smell the scent of lavender on him,that's all I can remember from him,”she said. Officer Sadra raised the sketch for Tamara to see and it was exactly as Tamara had said. “It is him, he is the one,”she said. The officer James told them that they were going to look into it and he would be brought in custody as soon as they find him. The officers wished them a good afternoon and went. The whole conversation was overhead by Rachel who was standing on the other side of the door and when the officers opened she pretended that she was passing by the r

He opens the door carefully on my side. "Ma'am, are you okay? What happened? Are you drunk?"He asks me with a worried face and examines my body for any injury. He is a young and good-looking police officer. That uniform is fit for every curve of his firm body. I love uniforms and when I see this close to me I can't deny that it is very attractive.

the officer said, smiling at me kindly. “Oh, thank you!” I smiled back, taking back my ID, concluding that the man was nice and sweet. It saw? It wasn't necessary to make all the fuss that Peter was making before until he reached the point of wanting to end the police officer's life, he was just a humble and friendly man who was concerned about doing his job. I would definitely say this to Peter when we were alone, so he would realize that going to extremes was not the solution to problems. But while I was swimming in my daydreams about good and just human beings, I saw the policeman scowling at Peter as he extended his hand to him. “You there, give me your ID!” He kind of demanded… his voic

The man asked and even in the dark, Chris could see the man reaching for something in his pants. “I'm a friend of Riverson, I'm supposed to be asking you that? Who are you?” Chris asked, playing dumb. “I'll ask you one more time, who the heck are you and what're you doing in a crime scene area that has been closed off from the public.” It happened a little too quickly but the man — the police officer — was also quick. Just as Chris reached to grab his weapon, a hand gun, the officer pulled his out, aimed and fired at Chris.

Kendra stands still, her gaze fixed on the picture of us that has been broken. Her silence speaks volume and I know what it is. She’s not going to let it slide. The police officers, Rodriguez and Mitchell, get to work. They take careful steps as they examine the scene. Officer Mitchell, with a notepad in hand, focuses on jotting down details, while Officer Rodriguez surveys the damage methodically. Officer Rodriguez crouches to get a closer look at the shattered window, and I notice something. It’s a small piece of paper, and as I'm about to read it, I’m distracted by the officer.

She strolled to the door with a grin on her face. The guys watched her walk over. They saw the sheriff looking her up and down and grinning. Then she handed him her card and held out her hand for the paper. His smile dropped and he clenched his jaw. But he handed her the paper. She read over it and then had some words. She held the pad up and started writing on it. They saw her looking at each officer and writing something down. No one had any idea what she was doing. The officers walked around where people were sitting and she watched their every move. The female cop stayed beside the sheriff.

“I clocked you at ninety in sixty-five.” I winced. The officer glanced down at his notepad. “I'm going to have to issue you a citation.” I leaned forward slightly. “Is there... anything I can do to not get a ticket?” He looked up from the pad, meeting my eyes for a long moment. That was when I noticed how sharp and exceptional his masculine features were. How tall he was. How broad and thick his shoulders were, and how they strained against the police uniform he was wearing, the thick fabric stretching tight over the firm wall of his chest and the thick slabs of the

He then smiled at me and asked, “Is that him? the criminal?” “Were you just now crying with me?” I asked him surprised. He nodded and shook his head I couldn't understand so I let it go for the moment. The police officer cleared his throat this time to get our attention. “So from your reaction now, it seems we have gotten the culprit right. Mr. King is there something you are not telling us here? Your reaction just now when you saw the picture says something but I don't know what. Do you mind telling me?” asked the police officer.

Whoever ratted her out, Kitty knew her skin was about to be fried. "She is a kitty, a small innocent little kitten," Leah thought. Leah turned to see Kitty shaking from her fingertips to her knees. She reached and held her palm, stroking it, hoping to lessen her worry. Kitty looked at her, and she could see Leah wink through her glasses. "Good afternoon, ladies," the policeman said, pulling out to show his badge, under it read Edward Miller, Officer. "Why hello, officer, how may we be of assistance" Leah cheered; Kitty was tongue-tied; she struggled to say anything, so she just smiled.