Police Officer Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

“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