Novel & Cerita Police Procedural

He did not bother to question the rationale but like an infant, he would just do his work. The prodigy police officer was doing well, he had the state machinery to dig out any information he wanted. It had taken him only fourteen days to pin together the puzzle of one piece out of the five. Four were known and then a fifth one was needed. He had to dig deeper and wider to find the intersections. At first, it wasn’t there, because the group was extremely well organized not to allow any loop hole in their operations. It was simply airtight. But not to the Inspector, he was indestructible.

He wore black khaki trousers, a white long sleeve shirt which he folded up his big hands displaying his vintage leather watch, and a red tie hanging loose around his neck. "Good morning Miss Williams, my name is Inspector Jerome and I would be the one in charge of your case from now." The man said. Asides from being dark and big, the wrinkles around his strong forehead and the receding hair on the man's hair made Grace more scared than the realization of what his words meant. "I don't still understand! Why change all of a sudden?" Grace asked. Patricia flared up instantly. "You think sey you smart abi? When a person go ask you something you no go talk, but you wan still know everything wey t

“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” The chief pulled out his badge, displaying it to the man. “Chief of Police of the Bayard City Police Department. Mr. Perez, I'd like to ask you a few questions.” The guy's face turned cautious. “What about? Hey, I ain't done anything, okay?” The chief smiled a tight smile that was meant to be threatening. “No, I'm not accusing you of anything, Mr. Perez. Not if you cooperate well with me.” “What's your deal, man?”

"By the way, if I could get into that hidden room so easily, how come you couldn't?" Don leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie before he replied. "Melanie, real life law enforcement is a lot more complicated than what you see on television. We can't just go busting through doors, guns blazing. We still have to follow certain procedures, like getting a search warrant, but it seems that Wyatt has all the judges in the entire county in his back pocket, so by the time the warrants arrived, Wyatt would clear out all the evidence." "Seems to me you guys can't do anything at all, which is why you're using us, right?"

I was assessing. The police arrived in thirty-five minutes. I sat in a chair against the wall while they processed the room around me, speaking to each other in low professional exchanges, moving with the careful choreography of people performing a documented procedure. I cooperated with the procedural requirements, the questions, the confirmation of my name and my presence and the sequence of my arrival. I did not offer anything beyond what was directly asked. Did I kill Richard Blackwell. No. Did I know who did. I have my suspicions.

“It used to be about how many cases you solved—how many criminals you locked up. These days, it’s about how few complaints you generate and whether you stay within budget. I’m a dinosaur. Ever since the Police and Criminal Evidence Act, my kind’s been on borrowed time.” He paused, leaning back slightly. “Now they talk about proactive policing. Know what that means? It means the number of detectives assigned to a case depends on the size of the headlines. The media runs the investigations—not us.” “I haven’t seen anything about this case.” “That’s because everyone assumes she’s a prostitute. If she turns out to be someone important, Florence bloody Nightingale or a duke’s daughter, I’ll have

She had promised him clumsily. The police were less theatrical. The detective who had taken Jude’s death personally from the first hour, arrived at Mara’s small apartment with a team. He took the drive, placed it into an evidence bag with gloved hands. “We’ll process this. We’ll trace downloads, sources, duplicates. We’ll do the job on paper like we did it in training.” He looked at Mara with tired eyes. “If you want to make this public yourself, be careful. We’ll do our part. But this is messy. Messy ends people in ways the law doesn’t like.”

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I continued, "But they are enthralling, nevertheless. The problem of whether or not it was Maggie who phoned the police barely seems to bear on the issue of who killed Tina. But it may be very significant. How long does it take for a body to reach a progressive state of putrefaction? How long was Tina absent from work? Why weren't the police called earlier? And, perhaps most telling, Why were the police called at all? Wouldn't MI6 usually look into any example of one of their missing from work? And wouldn't they do that instantly?" "If Maggie has evidence that would deny the authorised story," I said, "and if the inconsistencies would be so embarrassing that the police find it obligatory to