Detective Cory Mckenzie As A Routine Psych Evaluation

George raised the gun and steadied it, and he brought the muzzle of it close to the back of Lennie’s head. The hand shook violently, but his face set and his hand steadied. He pulled the trigger. The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and down again. Lennie jarred, and then settled slowly forward to the sand, and he lay without quivering. (“Steinbeck 106”)

That was it, I silently thought to myself as I held Carlson's gun. I held the gun tightly to my chest as I thought about Lennie's body. I had shot him I just killed my best friend Lennie. I sank to my knees wishing there was something I could have done to prevent this. There had to be a better way that this could have ended. Lennie would have been killed either way either by my hands or at the hands of Curley. Thinking about what Curley would have done to Lennie makes me think that what I did had to be the right thing. As I contemplated this the Other men I work with found me and what had used to be Lennie. Curley ran at me with a complete and utter rage, screaming and yelling, I’ll kill Lennie I'll kill him for what he did

George sank to the ground with a cry of distress, the gun dropping from his hand to the ground beside him. He cried out to the growing darkness around him, “I CAME HERE FOR HEALIN’. NOT FOR THE PAIN TO CONTINUE.” His chest heaving, he dropped down to the ground and lay there crying. “I didn’ wan’ to Lennie, I swear.” He whispered senselessly, “They was makin’ me Lennie, I had to. It was either me or the odder guys. They was coming to kill ya Lennie,” George trailed off, still trying to speak but nothing comprehensible came

From our observations, the processes and procedures used by the court were a good way to arrive the “truth”. We believed that the process of proving the Ellis’ brain injuries and the truth behind the car accident, each side's’ lawyer tried to thoroughly define the eligibility of the witness Dr.O'shaughnessy’s education status and his expertise. After the witness’ eligibility is assured to everyone in the court, the plaintiff lawyer opened the questions regard to Dr.O'shaughnessy’s examinations about Ellis from the first report (Jan 2011). The lawyer asked Dr. O’Shaughnessy in an order of the timeline from the accident occurs and the witness had a loud and clear speech to all of his answers. After Dr.O'shaughnessy has claimed and proved the

It had been exactly two months since I joined the Metropolitan police. It was November Ninth the day murder took place, Mary Jane Kelly was her name. Ironic, don’t you think? Jack McCarthy had found her body after deciding to collect her overdue rent. He had supposedly showed up to her room in Miller’s Court and had noticed the window was shattered and after looking through it and seeing the mortifying image of her mangled body, he ran looking for an inspector to come and look at the ghastly scene. He found Inspectors Abberline and Beck. I arrived half an hour after Inspectors Abberline and Walter Beck after

The hand shook violently, but his face set and his hand steadied. He pulled the trigger. The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and rolled down again. Lennie jarred, and then settled slowly forward to the sand, and he lay without quivering. George shivered and looked at the gun, and then he threw it from him, back up on the bank, near the pile of old ashes.”

George Hand sits on his couch struggling to load his only bullet into his revolver. He is frustrated and his body, wet with sweat. His hands were shaking making it difficult to guide the bullet into the chamber, but he finally succeeds. He closes and spins the barrel, and listens just like he'd seen on TV. He was ready now, for a solo game of Russian Roulette. He pressed the barrel against his temple, tipped his head forward and squeezed his eyes shut, his hands still shaking uncontrollably as tears race away from the well in his eyes. ‟Come on George, just do it,” he shouts to no one else in the room. He lowers the gun to his lap and takes a deep breath. He wipes away the tears with his forearm and says, ‟Relax...” He reaches for his bottle

No, I wasn’t actually working here, we have one, two, three, four, five, six workstations and usually when there are cars here, you can't really see. If you have working over there, you are more paying attention on the side that you are at.

Detective Lionel, a large and intimidating person, slams the steel door behind him. The room is nondescript and has a stench of tobacco fumes. The only objects in it are me and the detective, as well as a wooden table, desk lamp, and two stainless steel chairs. Detective Lionel wears a grimacing smirk on his face as he sits in his chair and places his beige fedora on the table. He rests his hands on the table, and he asks, “What were you doing in the park early in the morning.”I respond by saying, “You think I murdered Mr. Scott, don’t you?”

“The police investigated and they concluded it had been an accident. Rose, fraught with terror and disbelief this had happened at her hotel, couldn’t believe it was an accident. She pleaded with the sheriff to continue searching. When the sheriff refused, Rose decided to take matters into her own hands. Mrs. Bowen was one of their best employees and a dear friend. Determined to get justice for her friend’s son, Rose got to

“So you were a detective, huh?” Ending the silence, he pushed his spectacles back on his greasy nose with a pudgy finger while looking at me with calculating eyes. “Yes, but I believe you have your facts wrong Dr. Johnson. I still am.” I replied monotonously and allowed a bit of hostility slip into my words. I loathe when people get their facts wrong, especially if it concerned me.

"How did this guy even know anything about Arthur and the others, was it on the news or something?" wondered Villy. "Villy this is a small community, Arthur and the people of his wealth and statuses like to spend their summers here. People talk and obviously the word got around" Vanilla explained. "But if it's bothering you that much, let's try to figure out if there's a connection between Dr.Dawg and the victims." "I want to see Dr.Dawg himself. Have one of the Uniforms downstairs go around Plage Street asking the people involved in the case have any connection to Dr.Dawg. You and I will pay a visit to our scientist" ordered Villy. As they got in to their car, Villy has already found Dr.Dawg's address, and Vanilla made sure that the officers

Hence, the consummate and polished law enforcement officer walked quickly to his police automobile to input the important data from both outraged drivers into the Wetumpka Police Department database. After he returned to the scene of the accident, he promptly returned their documentation, and after expressing his extreme gratitude for my accurate, detailed testimony, he quickly dismissed me from the scene of the accident. I thought Sergeant Smith would quickly release the culprits to travel to their appointed destination, but he did not. He gave them both written citations for their part in the

The role of crime analyst is to compile statics of crime trends, patterns, spikes, and hot spots. They keep the department abreast of areas that may need more saturation. The information can be used to develop effective tactics and strategies, while making an analysis a support system to the department that helps identify potential suspects, previous offenders, prevent victimization, and reduce crime.

The usage of a weapon that draws blood exposes how Cory did not look for a painless solution to his emotions, but would rather end his life in a rapid method in order to find tranquility amongst the friction his thoughts pose on himself. Through Robinson’s word choice and structure, he reveals the possible tension felt by the central character of the poem, indicating a reason why he would take his life despite the ‘blessings’ he was graced with.