Short Story

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

As stated in the beginning, police officers are extremely outnumbered by the prison and street gangs all over the country; but, with the training that some of these police officers have received and keep receiving, they’re ready to take on any task or person despite

As Chief of Evanston Police, Richard Eddington serves a very vital role in the community. He’s spent approximately forty years in law enforcement and was named Chief of Evanston Police in 2007. As Chief, his main jobs are to supervise and send out personnel, accomplish the goals and objectives the Department sets, and oversee the overall performance of respective divisions of the Department. On top of all of this, he also has many important tasks that he accomplishes; to name a few, he helps better the organization, adheres to the needs of the community, strengthens the productivity of the Department as a whole, and many more. Chief Eddington believes the unique way that Evanston police and the community are a “Partnership” is a very important part of the job of police officers, saying their “programs and services have been designed to reach out, connect, and work with the community.” He is a firm believer that this

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

Police agencies across the United States have adopted the motto “To Protect and to Serve.” However, there is serious tension in the relationship police share with the communities surrounding them. There are many factors influencing this relationship. The strained relationship between police officers and citizens goes back as far as the time of segregation and probably even farther.

I placed the plates and forks at each spot and poured milk into each glass. And we sat down to eat.

However, gaining people’s trust and respect is a process, and Chicago police officers might fail during the progress. It is quite reasonable when an individual has no or a little trust and respect for one or a group when they have done little to earn those, following with increasing incidents of violence and use of excessive force on

After three in a half years of serving in the United States’ Army, I had decided to leave the service. I returned home to St. Petersburg, Florida where I enrolled in St. Petersburg College. After, obtaining my Associates’ degree from SPC, I transferred to the University of South Florida where I studied for my bachelor’s degree in criminology. After one semester at USF, I had decided that I needed to get some experience under my belt, because I knew that a four year degree would not necessarily guarantee me a respectable career. Originally, I wanted to join the St. Petersburg Police Department. They seemed to have a much diversified agency, and I felt comfortable with the area because I was born and raised in St. Petersburg. There I was putting on my tie, brushing my hair and shining my shoes, I was preparing to meet with the St. Petersburg’s Assistant Police Chief in the morning.

As I walk in through the doors to start the interrogation I take a big deep breath and walk in. I slam a pile of files on the desk and say “Mr. Winston Moseley I've been a homicide detective for 25 years and truth be told I have never seen a case like this.” When I said that he didn't say anything all he was doing was looking down at his handcuffs. So I sat down on the chair in front of him across

I took a deep breath as I pushed open the wide glass doors. As soon as I walked in all I saw were officers running back and forth, papers flying everywhere, and the smell of pure coffee hit me like a smack on the face.It was too much and it seem pretty busy so i made my way back to the front door,but as soon as I was going to walk out of the police department a middle aged man with curly hair stopped

After sitting in one of their comfortable booths and downing a slice of their fresh Sicilian pie, I ordered a couple of regular slices and two cokes to go because I thought Craig might be hungry. Then I was on my way to Dylan’s baseball practice at Mickey Mantle Field.

I look back up at the man who was now looking off into the distance. “ Excuse me sir, but would you recognize this man here? “ I show him the picture in the paper. The man gulps and gives a hesitating whine. “ What do you mean? O-Of course I don’t know who he is! “ His deep voice gives me chills through my spine. Charles starts to growl and bark at the man, then bites his ankle! The man yells in pain. “ Control your dog you freak! “ I stand up and motion Charles to walk with me some more. I grab out my phone and call one of my co-workers. “ Meet me at Sumner Park. I found our suspect.

It was a cold dark night in the streets of New York City. Not very many people were out in the streets. Chilly gust of wind with a taste just like rain would run through my face. A police man with swift moves was twirling his club like a professional, which he was. I was standing at the doorway of a hardware store waiting for an old friend. We made a pact that in twenty years we would meet back at the same place and time of the pact. The police man started walking toward me, but I stayed calm. When the police man approached me I immediately started talking before he could ask any questions.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

As he sneaked crossed the hallway in silence making sure he heard no police sirens. ' I not getting caught today.' He thought, he neared room 132 that's when he heard a click. And the door eased open slowly, ' The police, run, run away' is the last thing he thought before a little head with black hair and blue eyes peeked thru. Charles had just got thru the door unnoticed, he closed the door as quietly as he could absolutely worried he would be caught. As he turned around he realized it was already too late a tall, thin, man was standing there smirking but Charles noticed he had a speck of fear in his eyes. Charles ran, ran not away from the intruder but away from his