Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 2 3 Weeks Later. The officer has a firm grip on my arm as he tugs me out of the station. I struggle to pull my arm from his tight hold and try to dig my feet into ground, which doesn’t help much as I continue to be dragged forward. “I just want some answers okay? And I won’t bother you guys anymore.”, I yell at him through gritted teeth as I continue to twist in his grip. His fingers establish a biting hold on my arm as he makes sure that I'm unable to wiggle away. So much for the police being your friend.

He approached me with purposeful, measured steps that left no room for escape, his dark eyes locked on mine with intense focus. He grabbed my wrists firmly, his grip strong and unyielding, and clicked the cold metal handcuffs around them, pulling my arms behind my back with practiced efficiency. The metallic click echoed in my ears like a final judgment. “You’re under arrest for theft,” he informed me in a deep, steady voice. “The store has clear footage of you taking the bracelet. This carries serious consequences if the owner decides to press full charges against you.”

“Those are fingerprints around your neck. I understand that you haven’t been able to see them since you weren’t in that state when you were brought in, however, I can assure you. Fingerprints do not appear on your neck if you fall off the stairs or get hit by a door. They happen when someone tries to strangle you. Those marks around your neck are human fingerprints. And I need you to tell the police about what exactly happened.” “Please, Ms.” One of the cops stepped forward, a woman with honey brown skin and large brown eyes. “You need to tell us exactly what happened. Is someone abusing you? I know you must feel like you cannot tell anyone…or this person may have made it feel like it is you

The police officers held both of his hands on the back of his hips and put metal knuckles around it. "I warned you. I said that I will report to the police if you added fuel to the flame. You run, so it meant that you were guilty and you were following me," Marian muttered while glaring at him. Justin looked up from his feet and onto Marian. She was wearing her raged face and Justin knew that Marian was really annoyed with him.

Hang on Me: I'll seek for help from the police I wiped my tears and ran forward but the police there pointed their guns at me. All of them I froze immediately Police : just cooperate with us or you'll end up like him I closed my eyes and tears streamed down The police were not real ones They were disguised The next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck and I passed out

I gestured to my arm. "Look, Oliver; I have tried my best for you. You have been staying quiet until recently, and I have pulled the strings for you three consecutive nights. I told you my hands would not always be free. My hands are tied on this one. Expect the police in your business for this investigation. If you are innocent, they would know."

When this button is touched, this is a device that sends a signal to some persons, so that they are able to locate someone else, and it was determined by our forensic unit when they got to the location that the entire thing happened. It is covered in your fingerprints, and now you want us to believe that you don't know what it is used for? You can't seriously expect us to accept that. The female police officer glared furiously into my eyes as she addressed me and muttered something. "There is absolutely no need for me to lie to you folks; I have only ever told you the truth and nothing else!" I uttered those things to them at a time when I was becoming increasingly aggravated by the circumst

"Why are you doing this to him? Let him go!" In that tense atmosphere, Daisy tried to stop a police officer trying to handcuff River. She held River's wrists tightly, unwilling if the police put on handcuffs and treated River like a criminal. "We have arrest warrants and if you obstruct us, you can also be punished for defending the criminal," said a police officer. But instead of making Daisy let go of her grip, the policeman's words made Daisy hold River's hand even tighter. Glancing angrily at the policeman before her, she said, "Criminal? Who did you say—"

Ward stops rapping his fist against the wood and raises his eyes to mine. My gut twists at everything I see in his expression. He has no idea what he does to me. I reach over and touch his hand. He uncurls his fingers and twines them in mine. "Thank you," I say softly. "I know I can be stubborn sometimes. I just needed to..." I glance over at the paper. Where do I begin? I take a deep breath. "The police are definitely looking for me." His grip tightens on mine. "But I don't know if they're going to chase me down across state lines," I add quickly. "Honestly, I don't know how any of this works. Maybe they're going to track my credit card or something. Maybe it's stupid to run, but - "

“I told Ghost to shoot you here. Right in front of me.” My words hang in the dusty air. She flinches. Even tied. Even weak. I stood there I lifted my glass again moved it toward me, as if to toast our separation I sipped once more. Silence fills the room. Then… a sound. A door far away. Quiet. A click. A shift. I freeze. A voice echoes. “Freeze! Hands up!” “This building is surrounded. Police! Drop it now!” And another police officer “Whatever you say or do, it will be used against you in court.”