Detective-Personal Narrative

On October 13th, 1982, at approximately 1:15 a.m. the neighbors of Queenie Volupides had reported that Queenie tore out of the house after an argument with her husband, Arthur. She quickly got in her Mustang convertible and sped away. Queenie stated that she went to the couple’s country club for a party that was going on to celebrate the opening of the new golfing range. But I believe this was just the beginning of her scheme. I affirm that Queenie has murdered her husband Arthur. (Claim)

On February 9, 2011, at approximately 7:15 AM, I, GBI Special Agent Abigail Wilkes, arrived at 293 Stone Road to process a crime scene involving two deaths. When I arrived, the crime scene was secured with yellow tape. I met with Deputy Sheriff Ray Chandler. Chandler told me that the two victims, Steve Campbell and Sherry Campbell, had two gunshot wounds each. Sherry Campbell died in the master bedroom of the residence, but emergency medical services (EMS) took Steve Campbell from the scene. Chandler informed that the EMS personnel entered the residence through the front door and placed Steve Campbell on a stretcher. Steve Campbell 's injuries created a blood drip trail when he was transported to the ambulance. The drip trail began in the master bedroom, went through the hallway, out of the front door, and into the yard of the residence. Steve Campbell died on the way to the hospital.

for possession of stolen vehicle and they would be arriving in the area to take

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

“Okay, nevermind. I don’t need to know your previous profession. I just need to know if you want to become a detective’s sidekick today!” Bobby Bo’s face lit up, and he smiled expectantly at me. Honestly, I did not have anything else to do that day, and the crime scene was beginning to get incredibly boring. And, dressed as he was, I was beginning to feel bad for the man. But, of course, I was ever skeptical.

“The Sheriff´s office has issued a mandatory evacuation order for your area.” A phone call like that will get you out of bed in a hurry, and it’s something you don’t get used too. I grew up in Ramona, California, a small rural town with not much to offer. Mountains, farm animals, hillbillies and fires… all a part of Ramona.

On 11/21/2016, I, William Van Scoter, was working as a police officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. I had the North Wichita Police Department (WPD) on my car radio and they were looking for a black male wearing all black clothes with red shoes. The black male was wanted for a domestic violence incident. I heard over the radio that WPD requested Officer Gable #152 to help locate the individual.

FBI somehow have hacked the San Bernardino attacker's IPhone without the help of Apple. The FBI used brute force attack which is a method in which they teat out all possible passcodes without erasing the content in the phone. It only took the FBI 26 minutes to crack this phone wich is good because they could possibly stop terror attacks. I personally, am not afraid that the FBI has power and servalence, I am afriad of how much power the FBI has and how it can abuse it. When the FBI has power, its very hard to take it away from

We made our goodbyes and I race to the precinct. Not to my surprise Sanjay was still there.

On 06-09-2016 at 1103 hours I was contacted at the front desk of the Police Department in reference to stealing.

My name is April Weston and I am a crime analyst. My work revolves around reviewing police reports every day with the goal of identifying patterns of, analysis of, and solutions to patterns, trends, and problems in crime and disorders as they emerge.

Evan kept off the interstate for a while sticking to back roads and changing directions periodically to make sure he wasn’t being tailed.

I am sorry, I know that by now you probably see an email from me and think, ‘oh my gosh, is she ever going to stop?’ I will, but I need ALL the gory details before I can. It may seem insensitive of me to need this information, but I’m his wife and I wasn’t there, and while I realize that you were not there either, I’m sure that you have a much better understanding of exactly how it happened and to be quite frank, I’d like to be enlightened.

On Sunday, November 5, 2017 at approximately 7:26 AM, I, Officer Raul Marrero and Ryan Holroyd were dispatched to 820 SE 9th Ct, in reference to a suspicious vehicle complaint. Dispatch advised of a white Pontiac car that was parked in the driveway. The complainant/homeowner, James Robert Caves Sr., didn 't know who the vehicle belonged to.

Following my examination of the bullet holes, I went to the station where I would place the tip of all ten of my fingers on the wet, black ink pad and roll each finger from one side to another in the designated square on the paper. I watched as the woman wrote my name on the top of the paper that now had my fingerprints. Little did I know this would become my future.