In the afternoon of December 22, a robbery had taken place at a drugstore. Alguinaldo Nesbitt was the owner of the drugstore. Sixteen year old Steve Harmon is black, he was the lookout to start a robbery at a drugstore. He was to go in and investigate the place to see if there were any policemen around. Although he didn’t want to do it, yet he did it anyway. Even though, he was afraid of Bobo Evans. He was afraid that if he didn’t do it that he would be gang rapped. However, he had failed to look out, because there was a young lady in the drugstore. It was clear, they went with no weapons, just muscle. Mr. Nesbitt the owner of the drugstore had pulled out a chrome, that’s what the gang members had called the gun. The three other men, had fought …show more content…
Word had gotten out on the street, that the guy was dead. As a consequence, they had laid low for a while. Not only that they were stealing the packs of cigarettes, they were also selling them too. When they had left the chicken joint Mr. king and Bobo had split the rest of the money and went their separate ways.
About four hours later, an employee had walked in and noticed that it was quiet. The employee had seen the cash register opened, with only change in it, no bills. At that time he peered over the counter and found the appalling death Mr. Nesbitt. At Least, he assumed that he was dead. The employee had then taken inventory of the drug store. That’s when he had discovered that five cartons of cigarettes were stolen. Soon after, he had called the cops. At that moment, the police were involved, Bobo Evans and his two fellow gang member now have to do some time in prison. They are not for sure how long they have, until they are proven guilty in the court of law. Now that Steve is in prison, he decides he wants to make a movie. A movie about his life in prison. Not just in prison, also on his court days as well. If the jury finds them guilty, then they have to stay in prison for up to 25 years to
Bobo said that King and him "spent some of it (the money) on fried chicken and wedgies. Then me and King split the rest.” The evidence means the only King and Bobo went out to eat and that they only split the rest of the money between themselves. Therefore, Steve was not involved in the reward. This means he was not helping the criminals in any way, shape, or form. He was completely uninvolved. Steve Harmon is not guilty to felony murder because he did not receive a
1/2 hours later, 15 year old Brenton Butler is arrested by Jacksonville police. Everything was against him he is identified by the only witness, Mr Stephens (Mrs. Stephens husband). For the investigators and the media who cover the story, it is just another messed up kid, just another wasted life. But when the case for the defense comes into the hands the lawyers, the story comes to be quite so usual. The boy states that he is innocent. He has bruises on his face. He tells that the detectives & officers beat him up and forced him to a confession out of him. & the one who hit the hardest is a certain Glover, Sheriff of Jacksonville. Everyone police, media and public opinion is ready to sentence Brenton Butler, but Patrick McGuinness begins a battle to restore his client's rights and to point an accusing finger at those he considers to be the real culprits detectives Williams, Glover and
Williamson County, Texas, Pickett was a descendant of American Indians and black slaves. He was the second born out of the thirteen siblings he had. Pickett was a well known rodeo star and the first black cowboy movie star.
Facts: Sam Joseph Ancio had been married for 25 years to his wife. His wife had left the matrimonial home and was living with a friend named Kurely. Ancio phoned his wife and asked her to meet him, he had told her that he was afraid that their son was about to commit suicide. However, she refused to meet up with him. That same evening Ancio broke in to other friends house stealing three handguns and went off to Kurely’s apartment, breaking the glass to the front door. Kurely awoke from the glass breaking and went to investigate. Apon investigating Kurely saw Ancio coming up the stairs and threw a chair at him. The gun discharged, missing Kurely, and a struggle followed. After the arrest, Ancio stated to the police that he “had him by the throat
Please submit an essay of 750 words maximum in which you answer the following: a) How has Dordt College impacted you both spiritually and academically since arriving from a non-Christian high school? b) How do you plan to use your Dordt College education to impact your future career field?
Jeffries, the owner of the local grocery store, said as he thrust a black man out of his store. The bemused man paced back and forth, the indignation in his eyes was visible to all. Jesse watched as the man grabbed a broken piece of pipe laying on the ground. He picked it up and drew it back like he was about to whack a baseball. All of the sudden, he swung at the glass store window. The glass shattered, pieces flying all over the street. The black man dropped the pipe and took off running up the street. Mr. Jeffries had come out of his store now and was chasing the black man up the street with a gun in
Jack couldn’t wait until recess time, he had been looking forward to it all day. As soon as Jack got dismissed outside where it was cold and the sun was giving him a smile it was so bright. He dashed to the basketball court where he played every day. He was minding his own business until out of a sudden the school bully and his jerk squad starting hollering insults at him. Colby escorted over to jack and shoved him on the ground this was normal for jack he often got bullied by him. After the charge it drew a huge swarm of people, and the pressure shadowed over Jack. The crowd was chanting at the top of their lungs “Fight,” “Fight,” “Fight!”
We whizzed through the exit from the Meridian highway into the town with our four dusty cars all sneaking through the night. We drove into the square where the dirtiest building in town laid. Tonight there was extension cord hanging over the entrance with a man underneath reading a newspaper. Behind him a negro man sleeping in a cell. I looked to my right at the passenger giving him a questioning look. He cocked his gun and put the Tau Pistol into his hidden holster behind his back. We got out in pairs and walked over to where the man sat.
Jose discovered the body of Nesbitt and figured out that about 5 cartons of cigarettes were missing from the store.
“It had been a strange day,” she thought. “Goodbye world,” she thought. She was right it was a strange day. But let 's start from the beginning. Early this morning… Beep Beep Beep. There goes her alarm. Cassidy Rose reaches up her arms and yawns. Another day another crime to solve. She had been head over heels obsessed with this case. The murder of the richest man in the state. Mr Harold Washington. He was found in his mansion dead on the ballroom floor. They think he died of drug overdose but, Cassidy suspected foul play. In his house the police found no evidence of pills anywhere. Cassidy is on the case. She slowly got up out of bed to take a shower and make her coffee. Then she got a call.
The year was 1946 in New York it was a normal day in the office. I was just about done so I took a little break I said I deserve this break in my head so I leaned back in my chair put my feet over the case files grabbed a cigar out of the box I was gifted for my birthday by my boss. I was about to light it the flame was hovering over the cigar but as soon as it was about to lite I was interrupted by my assistant she had told me “Mr.de Niro someone’s here to see you” that was odd because it was almost closing hours but I had told my assistant “let them in” the door had opened and a young woman stood in the doorway she had short red hair “what can I do for you mam” I said politely “ there has been a murder I would like you to work on” she said
I stand in fear holding a polished mug, I look at Carter, and see is cold dead smile. He killed Henry so casually. Just as I got a few more looks, four police barged in. All of them held huge guns pointed straight at Mr. Carter. Just as one of them screamed at Carter to put his revolver down, he lifts it. The men ready themselves more. He lifts it to his own head, rubs it across his grey brown hair. He mutters "Bye bye" then pulls the trigger. The whole bar went
Nesbitt seems like an amazing school where I can focus on the things I enjoy doing the most. Even when I was little I always wanted to do something hands on. As long as we could move around, go outside, or do something really involved I was having fun. One of my favorite things I used to do and still enjoy doing is designing and actually getting to follow through and build it too. Just being able to design something how you would want it to be and then building it and getting to see it is amazing. One of my favorite designs and builds was a 3D printed insulin pump. In the PLTW class I was taking we had to design a useful product that people could use in everyday life. Once I had designed it on Inventor™ my teacher allowed me to 3D print it.
It was just another morning in the bustling town of New York, with the sky gray and dark, with homeless people on the sidewalk, hobbling to wherever they needed to. And there was William Troy, the son of a famous investor, strolling the street aimlessly, pondering on the disappearance of his father. He was a 15-year old male, with sunken blue eyes and a long, curved nose. He had long strides and was 5 feet 9 inches; capable of running a mile in 6 minutes. His hair was blonde, with a sliver of black running across his head. You see, it had been a rough couple of days for this boy, as a sudden disappearance of his father had left a sudden sense of shock. It had all happened on July 15, 2004, 2 days before his 16th birthday, when some hooligans broke into his family’s mansion. He and his mom were out, and when they returned, his father disappeared, and the house was ransacked. His mom and him were traumatized.
It was about 8:15 when we were at the scene, we concluded that it was a gun that killed the man and the women. It was very foggy, and it was hard to see anything. I imagined how a figure came out of the fog, it gave a chill down my spine. Who can do something like this, I thought. I saw Kyle and the look on his face, I could tell he was as upset as me. I also thought I saw a little tear in his eyes. I knew that this was going to be a difficult crime to solve. In the next hour of this crime, I investigated all of the neighbors to see what they saw at the time of the murder. I knew that this was a bad part of Los Angeles, so it was going to be hard for someone to talk. I decided to talk to those at the highest apartment because it would allow anybody to see the whole thing. “Do you think they will talk,” I said. “Who knows? We have to try to solve this crime,” explained Kyle. I knocked three times, we waited for a few seconds. There I saw, an old mom, with monster kids, I