Stephen King Library Policeman Novels & Stories

Esther lunged forward to grab my phone, but I sidestepped her. "Are you insane? Why are you calling the police?" I ignored her and spoke into the phone, "This is Sunshine Kindergarten. There's been a car accident. Someone died. We need officers on site." After hanging up, I looked at Esther. "Didn't you want to reason with me? Let the police be the judge." Less than ten minutes later, a patrol car arrived. Two officers walked in. The moment they saw the child on the ground, their expressions hardened.

As Julia went out of the living room, Ray faced David and said; “Why would you call the police here? We should have solved this on our own,” he said with a snort. “Yes we should have,”David said, “ but I filed a case a long time ago when my wife was missing so I have to tell them that I have seen her, don't you think so?” “Good evening," the policeman in front of the other two policemen greeted. “I am inspector Mark and I am here with my other colleagues.” “Who is Mr Ray Rawlings?”

The Local church was an old building, and the graveyard was right next to the church. When Northstar, Elizabeth and Agatha arrived, the funeral service had ended. Three police officers were going around handing posters with a sketch of the suspect asking people if they had a clue about the killings. Agatha detached himself from a group of locals he had started a conversation with and walked towards Elizabeth holding a poster. “Here, look at the sketch made by the human police. It quite matches him,” he remarked jokingly pointing at the priest who was standing in the middle of a group of people, his back towards Elizabeth.

The coach doesn’t seem to care about the agents around them as he cups her cheeks and eats her mouth. We see William talking to a tall man on our way to the cafeteria. I see a police uniform. My heart was threatening to rip right out from my chest as I watch them argue about something. “No need to worry Keira, let’s go,” says Jayden as he holds my wrists. We were about to turn around when the officer’s gaze landed on me. “You!” I freeze and choose not to turn around. “I knew she was here.” I hear him say. I gulp and slowly turn around. The policeman is surprisingly handsome, making me wish he wasn’t the bad guy. He should think about changing his career, maybe modelling will suit him better

There's nothing more that I can do here so I make my way out of the office and then up to the library to find Kylie and Stephanie and see if they have been able to get anything from the darkhold. I open the doors of the library and I walk in, but it's quiet, too quiet. I listen in and I'm getting only one heartbeat and I know it's Kylies but there's something off about it. I quicken my pace and then I smell blood, fresh blood and I immediately start running. I get to the corner of the library where the safe is hidden to find the safe open and Kylie on the ground just a few feet away surrounded in a pool of blood and my heart immediately drops to my stomach.

he replied. The door opened and the receptionist greeted the two policemen. "Please, sit!" welcome Harry. He stood up and sat on the sofa. The two cops sat right in front of him. "Good morning Master Harry!" little pleasantries. Harry nodded in return. "We came here to talk about the death of Mrs Paula," said the police. Harry didn't look surprised. "Our condolences!" they said. "Thank You!" Harry replied. "Regarding the work of Mrs. Paula who is a mafia, we would like to convey that you will be investigated by the police and Bin." The police conveyed the purpose of their arrival.

Lucian humbly queried. Kevin hummed and narrated Lucian about the entire incident. “What? She murdered 5 people? That’s impossible. I think there is a major misunderstanding,” Lucian pronounced. “Mr. Adair, the evidence is clear so, Miss MacGavin cannot escape this,” Kevin asserted. “Lucian,” voiced a man. It was none other than Alex Clarke, the chief officer of the district police station. Lucian was bewildered to see Alex there. Both shook hands with each other when Alex asked Lucian about his sudden visit.

for myself. The police officer with dark hair exits the subterranean parking lot, turns sharply to the left, and looks up from the road to observe me through the rearview mirror. As I gaze into the depths of their walnut-brown blackness, I am reminded of what Simon Trevor said while he was in the hospital. It is true that not everyone in our world is good. There are terrible people everywhere you look. I've encountered a good number of awful ones. police included. How is this police officer staring at me? Since not all shifters are predators and not all humans are safe, I have no doubts whatsoever about which type he is.

Blood stained the earth, the air thick with the metallic scent of it. His legs nearly gave way, a suffocating dread squeezing the air from his lungs. He searched frantically, but nowhere did he find the familiar face he sought. Stumbling into the local magistrate’s office, his voice was raw. “Is there a girl named Kathy Olson among the victims?” The clerk didn’t look up from his ledger. “No. There is an 'Olson', but he’s a broad-shouldered laborer. Now, if you have no other business, please leave. You’re disturbing our work.”

“I want you to meet someone. Alex, this is my brother Stephen. I call him Stink, but only I get to do that.” Stephen smirked. “Thanks for that, Sienna.” I gestured toward the couch. “These are his two friends. I think that’s Jacob... and I’m not sure what your name is.” “Patrick,” the guy mumbled. “Right. Patrick.” I smiled. “And once again, this is Alex. He’s a police officer for the city of Chicago.” The shift in energy was immediate. All three of them straightened up, casual as hell, trying to subtly hide their joints, their red Solo cups, and the telltale bottle of Hennessy halfway behind the couch.