Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police Novels & Stories

Her hands were trembling. “They just grabbed her,” she said. “It happened so fast.” “Did you see their faces?” “No, they wore caps and one had gloves.” I turned to the driver. “Did you get a license plate?” “It was covered,” he said, ashamed. Of course it was. I scanned the area for cameras on streetlights, shops with security systems, and traffic feeds. “They were prepared,” I muttered. A police officer approached me carefully. “Sir, we are doing everything we can.”

his callous fingers were instead gripping her thighs in the damaged trouser. HELL ! Why isn't he leaving me, silently cussing she tried to shrug him off but for heaven's sake he was strong....His grip on her was so tight that she couldn't get away in brief meaning that she was a dead meat. STOP IT, the people in the club were soon Stopped in mid motion when the police officer instantly shouted.

They were small, particular shields, and I loved each one like an amulet. Then the other piece arrived — the one that made the hair on my arms stand up. The police returned with footage from a ring camera two houses down. The image was grainy, the figure hooded and careful, but the gait — the stride and the left-handed reach — made my stomach fall into a place I didn’t like. “Play it,” Marcus said, voice loud in a way that told me the anger was breaking the surface and forming into intention.

Nothing in the logs, no skipped protocols, and no missed alerts. I felt a hand on my arm. Then another on my shoulder. I turned to see that they were police officers.

Is that… blood? “Nous avons trouvé la bague au doigt d'une personne décédée.” (We found the ring on a dead person's finger) My eyes widened. “Personne d-décédée? Who?” (D-Dead person? Who?) Ronan’s body is tense just like mine. W-We didn't expect this to happen. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I held tightly at Ronan’s hand. The police officer opened his folder and showed us a picture of a woman.

It was Tristan, who had fired from a spot a little away from them. Taking advantage of Magnus's distraction, the police officer Josh acted quickly, grabbing the criminal's wrists firmly and handcuffing him. "You're under arrest!" Josh declared firmly. Aurora began to lose her hearing slowly; the panicked screams of people around her gradually faded. In the midst of this chaos, she managed to discern Tristan's anguished voice calling out to her. "Aurora!" His voice seemed distant as her vision blurred. Her eyes grew heavy with each passing second. "No, no, no... Aurora, for the love of God, stay with me..."

I cried hysterically as I tried to punch in the numbers I had punched in earlier, but the shaking in my hands and the tears in my eyes blurring my vision made it hard for me. "Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!" The police officer who had been guarding me shouted as he rushed towards me. I did not stop what I was trying to do but desperately tried to punch in the numbers. "You have had your phone call!" He snatched the phone out of my hands. "No, please. Please give it back." I muttered agitatedly like a junkie who was in need of a fix. He grabbed my hands in his strong hands and dragged me. "It is time to return you." He growled at me.

Ash whispered slowly into my ears, and I leaned into him, making it look as if I was kissing him on the neck. I grabbed the largest piece of broken glass my hands could reach, and placed them in Ash hands. Richard chuckled. “You two are one shameless pair. You're cuddling at the point of death?” He sneered and I stood up to glare at him. “It's over, Richard. Stop doing this. The police are looking everywhere for you. Turn yourself in. That'll make your sentence less severe,” I said, trying to distract him from flexing motions Ash's hands were making.

He shooks brows and I couldn't help but laugh at his own version of the word 'sweeter' as he was proud of using the word 'prepaid'. " I'm trusting you with this o, I would have do it myself but for that sharp corner, police dey there and we get quata before so be a good girl o yellow pawpaw, fine girl." I reluctantly slipped it into my pocket before walking off. I could already see the policemen right ahead in their vans, hiding from the sun. I impulsively swallowed immediately as I was about to walk past. I calculated my steps. About fifteen more steps… Thirteen more…