Chapter 1 Essay

Upon arrival and after all parties were detained and searched for weapons Sergeant Kincaid and I were advised by the victim in this case, Thomas Fitzgerald that the suspect, Duane Fisher had pointed a pistol at him and his daughter, Marrissa Rohrbach and had laid the firearm down on a piece of farm equipment prior to our arrival. At this time I was able to locate a loaded Browning Target Shooting Pistol inside a holster on top of a tractor attachment approximately

At approximately 1:13 p.m., I arrived at the scene and met with Trooper Cox. Trooper Cox advised me what had transpired prior to my arrival. Trooper Cox said a gold 2000 Saturn LS1 and a black 2011 Ford Mustang GT were traveling the wrong way

Upon my arrival, I spoke with Wanda English, who stated that her son Randy McLeroy was drunk and busted the windows out of her house. I asked Wanda if she knew where Randy may have went since he had left prior to my arrival. Wanda stated that Randy has a house at 105 Cr 4568 but it does not have electricity. I then did a perimeter check at Wanda’s residence to see if I could locate Randy. While doing the perimeter check I observed several busted window at the residence. Sgt. Cates arrived on scene I advised him of the situation and were Randy possible location could be. I then advised Wanda that I and Sgt. Cates were going down

Received the WRAP device, deputies came watch the training. This has been valuable for violent subjects.

It took more assistance from other officers. Before I left the area restraints were placed on this subject and this subject was

I went down there. Told them the information. They thanked me and told me I was crucial to this case. They told me I could go home. When I got home I exploded with joy. I was finally free from Pyro and Malik.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit ,” Lance interjected, turning to his friend in protest. “How could you throw me under the bus like this? I thought we were friends!”

“Extra Cash? So for some “extra cash” you would sacrifice the integrity of your job?”

At 7:00 am I went to the Veterans Affairs office to speak with Mr. Kelley. Nevertheless the doors were locked until 8:00 am. Next, I went upstairs to the 6th floor to speak to Professor Black but she was unavailable or did not arrive yet. I then went back down stairs and seen Mr. Kelley at 8:00 am told him what happen and then I returned to the sixth floor not knowing if I was going to get frustrated

Pointing at one of the officers who was picking Billy up and putting him into the squad car, I marched over to him and demanded, "Stop. Stop right now and explain to me exactly what the hell is going on here! Why are you arresting my husband, and why do you have all these cops sulking around my yard with assault rifles? Don't you know how unsafe that is? I have kids in the house for fuck's sake and here you are waving loaded guns around", pausing to take a hard glance at their guns, "without the safety even on!"

“Please, I am already late for the meeting, if you’d just look at the letter,” I attempted not to sound too whiny as I presented the letter once again. The other guard tightened his grip on his spear and I felt my throat go dry.

My dad is still missing and the FBI has refused to let me back in to talk with Agent Fox. It was all because I tried to help to my father. Shortly after I had explained to Agent Fox the connection of my small mission to my father, he sent the information into headquarters where the whole thing was being solved. He told me to stay in DC and that they would call me if they need me to do anything else for them or answer more questions. I told him I wanted to help more but he refused and told me to wait for headquarters to figure it out before I went out and did something stupid that would get my father killed. I promised not to do anything. I lied. That night I dug up as much information as I could on my database about these pig blood crimes.

“Who’s to look after him then? I could remain if it’s necessary..” Even if he doesn’t want to Yusuke is the newest member of the household, it only seemed fair if he remained.

It was in the midst of one of the towns’ most vibrant dance ceremony that my associate, Mr Olak, paused and began to approach me with utmost inscrutable countenance. He stared at me for a moment, hesitating; and when he moved his lips to tell me about that one thing the people of this town feared that most, the one thing the people of this town were defenceless against, I began to panic. Before I could reassure anyone, the people amongst the ceremony had already begun to spread the news; they knew even if they tried there will still be a tragedy here tonight. We were the prey; it was the predator. Above us the clouds had already begun to gather, preparing for the war and the moon had chosen to shy away; too afraid to watch the horrors

The events of that night unfolded very differently for my father. He received a call in late hours from my brother-in-law informing him of what was emerging with my brother. By the time he arrived to the location, he could not reach the scene and was only able to speak with him through telephone. My father in addition to reports from the on-duty officers, describe being under the assumption that the situation was subsiding and that the circumstance would soon cease. My father does not remember hearing shots—but disaster had certainly struck. The next thing he can recall was seeing a forensic car drive by—and at that point, he knew. In what seemed like an instant, vans, helicopters, and inspectors had arrived.