“Have a great day at work!” Michele proclaimed as I walked out of the front door and felt the brisk air as it blew onto my skin. I remember the sound of birds chirping as I made my way to my car. I started my car and begin listening to Queen as I began my commute. I pull up to my spot in the parking garage and walk to my office. Many people stopped and said,”Hello!” on my journey. As I sat down at my desk, the telephone began to ring. “Hello?” I questioned. “Hello. This is officer Devin Combs. Am I speaking to detective Michael Dryden?” “Yes, you are. Has something happened?” “There has been a murder in an alley near Columbus and Roosevelt. We need you here as soon as possible.” “I’m on my way.” I arrived at the scene and searched for the officer in charge to find out any information about this crime. I finally succeeded and approached him. …show more content…
“We don’t know much, but I’ll tell you what we do know so far. The victim is 22 year-old Brandon McNeely, a student at the nearby university. It looks like he was walking home from the local bar and used the alley as a shortcut. That’s when he was shot by an unknown person. His body was discovered at 6:30 this morning and we believe that he died around 3:00. The forensics report says that he was shot with a 9 millimeter hollow point bullet with 115 grain powder. The bullet passed through his sternum and into his heart. He died
After contacting and interviewing all three suspects, we discovered the suspects killed the victim during a argument over a gun that had been used in an earlier robbery. Ballistics from a gun discovered in a inspection found one of the suspect suspects matched the weapon used in the shooting. The suspects were arrested and charged with second-degree murder. The case was closed and this concludes my summary of my
My beliefs are important to me. I wake up every morning with a cup of coffee in my hand and turn on the daily news. I see many problems occurring around the world, but most of us are too blind to actually do something to help. We are too blinded by our society's cultural that we can’t separate ourselves from the good and bad.
On 7/16/16 at approximately 1909 hours, my partner, Officer Acosta #0044, and I, Officer Harrell #3441 were working normal patrol assigned to unit 2A26. We were in full police uniform and operating a marked black and white police vehicle. We were dispatched to a radio call of a critical missing from 1605 Glen Ave.
“My name is Sadie Frowne. I work in Allen Street (Manhattan) in what they call a sweatshop. I am new at the work and the foreman scolds me a great deal. I get up at half-past five o’clock every morning and make myself a cup of coffee on the oil stove. I eat a bit of bread and perhaps some fruit and then go to work. Often I get there soon after six o’clock so as to be in good time, though the factory does not open till seven.
When the first responder got to the scene he adimatately meet the 911 caller, who lead him to a car in an apartment parking lot. The car doors were closed and all of the windows were fogged. The police officer used his flashlight to see inside of the car before opening the door. He found a young African American woman who had been shot several times. The officers quickly called for backup, investigators and medical personnel. While awaiting for their arrival he secured the crime scene with caution tape, creating an initial perimeter setup as discussed in lecture two. Once everyone arrived he left it to them to search the car while he talked to the 911 caller, witnesses and others who had information on who had been present in the car. The investigators were able to collect physical evidence of bullets and cartage casings that were found outside the vehicle and inside the vehicle on the floorboard of the driver’s side. The team determined the bullets came from a 40 caliber. Other types of physical evidence that were found on the scene were the bloody clothing on the victim, the victim’s cell phone and fibers in the car from the driver’s side. personnel at the scene crime took several photographs, powered test for finger prints and did a blood spatter analysis. Stewart’s autopsy revealed that she had been shot at close range in the left hand once and in the
Sometimes when I feel sad, Kenzo is the only one who puts smile on my face. I think that dog is a human best friend. By having an animal, we actually are learning how to care about someone. I think that everyone should have a pet, especially families who have children. Moreover, looking at Mr. Brown’s video made my think about my own childhood and the games I used to play and it also made me think about how games have changed through the years. I knew that playing is important for the kids, but I never thought that it can actually improve our survival skills, and the ways we live our lives.
Because the murder of Richard Malloy seemed to everyone to be a random criminal act, it came as a surprise to many when another male body, also shot several times was found in a wooded area of Citrus County, Fl not far from where Malloy’s body had been found barely six months prior. The victim was identified as 43 year old David Spears of Sarasota, Fl. His truck was soon discovered on Interstate 75, unlocked with the license plate missing. Around the same time, 30 miles south of Citrus county another naked body was discovered a short distance off of the Pasco county side of Interstate 75. The victims’ entire body was so decomposed that the medical examiners could not obtain any usable prints to use for identification. They did, however, find that the victim, later identified as Charles Carskaddon, had been shot nine times with a 22. During the next six months more male victims, with a total of eight, were killed and disposed of in similar ways, each somewhere around the Interstate 75 corridor.
“Ah! Somebody call the police this guy just stole my purse!” a random woman screamed. As I remembered, my cousin works for the police at Pembroke Pines, so I called her and told her to come very fast; there was burglary going on. She got the there in less than a second. Everything happened very quickly; she got the burglar and gave the woman her purse back.
“Then I’ll call and make the arrangements for the body to be taken to the morgue.” Said Fiona. “Thanks I’ve been pretty backed up on cases lately.” The coroner says exasperated. “No problem” Fiona says ending the conversation.
They flew him to the hospital in a helicopter but he passed away before they could make it there. The white van was never to be seen again and the local police station could never arrest anyone for the crime. Who would have ever thought that a white van could drive away with my heart.
In the middle of my reconnaissance mission I was in the Himalayas searching for a lost Soviet nuke I was drawn to an ostensively creepy cave, as if my conscience was telling to go there. I was lost from my team, couldn’t be deported, and had all resources at my dispense. With all of that under consideration I entered the grim cesspool of a cave. As I entered what appeared to be hundreds of cave dwelling creatures came running out as if something was chasing them. Ominously a light appeared and habitually I pulled out my gun and slowly advanced. It was a small insignificant light, almost as if it was from a flashlight that you would get from a dollar store. I moved forward. Or at least tried to. It was like a invisible wall was keeping me from going any further into
I remember being packaged. In a plastic bag, packed with all the other paintballs just like me, I was shoved in a cardboard box and shipped off to a remote location, where I waited. And waited. For months...until one day, my box was thrown violently onto a table, ripped open, and my plastic bag pulled out. After adjusting to the sudden rush of light, I realized I was being lifted into the air by something large and magical (which strongly resembled my hand, just much larger...). I completely lost it. I began rolling from side to side, trying to escape my captor, but to no avail; there was no way I could pass through the bag, and that seemed to be the only way I could escape. After several more long moments, my bag was brought into another room, and tossed onto another table.
I walked down the city streets each day on my way to work. They were long and treacherous in the winter. The extra tight black leggings rubbed against my lifeless legs. I could feel the weight of my bag digging into my right shoulder. My worries wore on as I walked the 6 blocks to the restaurant. How did my hair look? Was I going to spill the drinks on anyone today? Would anyone be upset with me? My head spun with questions as I walked down mysterious alleys and sidewalks in my black pumps. I should really get some nice walking shoes. I worked the night shift. The streets were dark and cold, which made me eager to get to work. As soon as I got there, I took off my wool-lined trench coat; knitted scarf and ear muffs; then got right to work.
On the 27th of October, the police found two more bodies. The bodies belonged to Shane and Katherine Brown, neighbors of the Dixons’. The murder was called in by a strange man who told the police he did it.
Every morning on the journey to my office in the City, which exactly 1 hour and 23 minutes from the station opposite my apartment, I study the person sitting on the uncomfortable chair directly opposite me. In the sheep skin journal that I carry around everywhere, I write a story about them, predicting what their life is like. Yesterday it was a teenage a girl, she had had long wavy silver hair with a perfectly shaped face and hazel eyes, I wrote that she had just graduated High school and it was her first day at University studying to be a lawyer, she had a perfect life one that I would have liked to have. I think that one was pretty accurate seeming as the got off at White Street Station, the closest station to Graham University. The day before that was an old man, he was holding a bunch of pure white flowers his face was emotionless and he had stared out the window above by head for the entire trip. I wrote that his wife for 40 years had passed away and he was going to...