Stories tagged “cop”
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The Love Of The Crime Series - Never Look Back
A month into the season and the fields has turned up one turnip. I couldn’t imagine what this season would bring fourth, if I was to survive off of one payment of one growth I should retire before I even started. I was greatly missing the city li...
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The Mystery
“My you sure do smell like shit in the morning.” The chief stood at the foot of his door, looking down at detective William. “Well I try.” “Well damn maybe you should try a little less Williams, maybe then your wife would come back.” “Ye...
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Drinks on Friday Night
Stevens sighed, absently tugging at his badge. “Do we really need to be in uniform, sir? They told me th-” Helms cut him off with a snort. “For Christ’s sake, rook, Michael! Call me Michael, or Helms, or Grandma Freaking Jill, ...
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Daydreaming the Truth
Lately, my fantasy life has taken something of a twist. It started off innocently: I found that by imagining just an extra few steps taken by Shelly from the front counter, I could easily reroute her from the water cooler to my desk. She would look aro...
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Not a Pleasure to Meet You
The old detective opened the door to the interrogation room, dingy with faded green paint, and slammed it. The young clean-cut man at the table winced at the bang, but he had been sweating already. “Okay – we’ve got you on arson, and ...
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Poolside
It was the last thing you would expect to find in a swimming pool. We were called out to the house on a saturday morning. I was reading the sports page, drinking a cup of joe, chewing the last donut, when we got the call. Apparently, someone got splatt...
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Falling Rocks
Officer Stern arrived at the scene promptly. As the cop in a town with a population of 102, he didn’t usually have much to do but sit around and eat donuts at Manny’s Diner. But today was different: today, he had received a call from a newc...
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Voices
Harold Lambert was seated in an uncomfortable metal chair at a cold metal table. His itchy orange jumpsuit accented the tufts of orange-red hair that remained only above his ears. Across from him, in a seat that was slightly less uncomfortable-looking,...
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Just Like Dancing
I crouch down on the balls of my feet and look at the body. What a piece of art. Naked, bloody, left arm almost emancipated from the shoulder. It’s ten at night, the corpse relaxes, illuminated by the dimness of the street light above. Highway ro...
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Old Sneakers
I had a hundred good reasons not to send so much as a card this past Valentine’s Day, but I did because I wasn’t sure if I’d be around for the next one, and I knew that Lisa was depressed and could use a pick-me-up. So far, so good. I’m not sic...
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Power and Responsibility
David looked at himself in the rearview mirror and smiled. He was still getting used to the fact that he looked damn good in his uniform. The academy had chased away the excess pounds that he had gained in college and the crisp new uniform made him loo...
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Flowers and Caskets
I moved down the hallway, just ahead of Vanessa. “Get down,” I yelled. “Why are you freaking?” “Wait!” I zoned for a moment, picturing clusters of bloody bodies splattered on the hot asphalt. Rose petals, flower wrea...
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Arrested On A Saturday Night
“Stop! Stand Still!” Kowalski bellowed, but the boy kept right on running. “Damnit! Stop” Kowalski shouted again, and this time he did stop, turning around to face the red-faced, out of breath, angry cop. “Hands in the air...