How did we miss this? It was right there all along. Thought the detective. He replayed the tape, showing an almost exact replica of the man rotting in prison for the same killings that had taken place more than 20 years previously. Only this time it wasn’t Brian Peters, but rather his younger brother, Aaron. He was only 7 or so when Brian was caught, he must have had instruction from his brother. There’s no other way he would have been able to replicate all the signature details, Burcks concluded. When he had briefly interviewed Aaron two weeks ago he had seemed nothing like is brother, aside from his looks. Aaron had seemed much friendlier, not at all capable of doing something like this. Burcks rose from his chair and loudly called out for Olsen, who was seated at his desk in the bullpen. Momentarily taken aback by such a seemingly spontaneous summoning, Jesse Olsen collected himself and made way for his partner’s office. “What’s up?” he asked. “We found ‘em” Burcks replied, and he showed him the tape. Olsen watched the tape, his mouth half open. “I don’t believe it,” was all he could say. “He may be planning another murder, so we need to act quick.” “I’ll look him up in the registry, see if I can get an address,” replied Olsen “Good, I’ll get a team ready.” The two went their separate ways and 15 minutes later they were in the patrol car, and on their way, leading the way for the two other police cars behind them. “We’re headed for 410 West Jackson,” said Olsen, who was riding shotgun. Sirens roaring, the three cars were able to pick up considerable speed once they hit the Kennedy Expressway. Sifting through the cars as they pulled to the side to make room for the trio of cars, Burcks began to feel a rage well up inside o... ... middle of paper ... ...e normal lives. The murders had taken their toll on Aaron, resulting in the overlooked details of the last murder, as well as accidently being seen among the crowd at Union Station. In the end, Aaron was glad to be caught, ridding himself of this monstrous burden. Detective Burcks had enjoyed a great sense of relief following the conclusion of the case. He and Jesse had been written about extensively in nearly every news outlet in the country, most exaggerated extensively, but this time Burcks didn’t mind. He had just finished reading the most recent piece about Peters in the Tribune when he looked at his watch and concluded that his day was over. He stood up, put on his jacket, and was almost to the door when his phone began to ring. Giving it a moment’s thought, Detective Burcks turned his back to the phone and closed the door, thinking to himself not this time.
It was summer hot and humid July but all was not well for homicide was in the air. Jeremy Ringquist had, after a divorce and begin unemployed, had taken up residence with his parents once again. Thirty-eight years of age Jeremy, was charged with the death of his parents and attempting to hide the bodies in a freezer.
The town of Halifax in West Yorkshire had never experienced such a manhunt in it’s history (Glover 3). During a short, but long lasting in feeling, time period in late November through early December in the year 1938, the town of Halifax underwent a period of mass hysteria. A mysterious “slasher” hid in the shadows and lunged out with a razor blade at people who passed by (Halifax Slasher).
Stapp, in attempt to stop the boys turned on his overhead rotating lights and moved his car closer to the other responding officer’s, James Smith, squad car in order to block the path of the motorcycle. Willard slowly maneuvered the motorcycle through the blocking cars and accelerated away. Both officers immediately switched on their lights and followed in pursuit of the motorcycle. The chase continued for approximately 75 seconds through residential neighborhoods at speeds approaching 100 miles per hour. Smith’s car was following at dist...
Investigators decided they would focus their efforts on finding evidence that would point to Echols as a suspect so they could arrest him. They offered a reward for anyone who knew any information about Echols and the murders. A young man Aaron Hutcheson and his mother Vicki came forward and said Aaron may have been a witness to the crime. Aaron said he had seen the suspects at a playhouse near the location of where the boys bodies were found. They took Aaron to the crime scene and they appeared to be no playhouse found there. Aaron later retracted his statement and said he had seen three men...
Brian Riviera was sitting at his desk, feet propped up on the table, taking long, slow sips of his coffee. As a now four year police detective, he was treated with respect. Along with that respect came the horrible burden of paperwork, which he was having to fill out during overtime at 10:30 on a Friday night. He had locked up hundreds of thugs and hoodlums in the central Atlanta area. Having made that many enemies he feared for the safety of his wife, two kids, and the rest of his family.
...the foot as he had planned. This accident made Stuart’s cover story more believable. The police, or anyone for that matter, never thought that a man would risk his own life to cover up the murder. One major incident that led the police to the truth was Stuart’s suicide (Carlson 10-14).
The idea of a detective catching an elusive convict or solving an improbable crime has been prevalent in all corners of the world, spread throughout many cultures and societies. The detective genre is held as the idea that an individual has to solve a crime. This detective usually has nothing to gain from solving the crime, but they see it more as an obstacle. The detective doesn’t always take every case, as human beings, we are too often curious of the impossible; our natural instinct is to question why and how things work in this world. People crave mystery, to taste a bit of improbable, to see what the detectives see, to see what is overlooked by many. The idea of an intelligent witty, sharp “sleuth” with an obedient sidekick has been prevalent
When criminals commit unlawful deeds, Detective Ben Price and Officer Jimmy Wells are there to serve justice and put the wrong doer the their rightful place. The short story, "After Twenty Years" by O. Henry, portrays Officer Jimmy Wells, a fine guardian of peace who takes his work very seriously, when he has to confront this closest friend, who is now a fugitive. Despite the fact that they are childhood friends, Jimmy gets a plainclothes man to arrest the outlaw. The other short story, "A Retrieved Reformation" also by O. Henry, depicts Detective Ben Price, a eminent officer who specializes in robbery cases, has finally caught a safecracker he has been chasing for years, but seeing him save a little girl gives Ben second thoughts. Although, Ben ends up letting Jimmy walk away after he realizes that Jimmy is living an honest life. While both of the officers share some similarities, they choices made by them in pressing situations show an intense difference.
At the beginning of the story, the Narrator has been playing Detective in a city of his imagining for years. Unlike the real town he lives in, the Narrator’s city is a sprawling metropolis, where everyone in his real life has a secret role. His parents, for example, “...were well-meaning but unimaginative people, and I was polite to them”, and his brother, Mark, “...was the district attorney, my nemesis” (p. 52). These roles have significance, in
The narration within Wilkie Collins’s The Moonstone is not synonymous with the majority of the detective genre. The Moonstone is written in the epistolary form, and has more than one narrator. The use of multiple narratives within The Moonstone is a modern and innovative approach to detective fiction as a genre. It is very useful in order to uncover the events that only certain characters have witnessed. The narrators of The Moonstone write their accounts of events in the same way: by use of the first person narrative. There are some negative aspects associated with this type of narration. Despite Collins’s innovative multiple narrations approach to the novel, the narrators are filled with subjectivities and biases. Multiple narratives, despite including the subjectivities and biases associated with the first person point of view, is much needed in order to uncover events the characters have witnessed in order to solve the crime in The Moonstone.
Setting: “I move onto the sidewalk and Curt and I stand there watching our cab disappear into the sea of cars making their way up and down Houston.
Later, the police found Mark?s fingerprints around and inside the car, where he had been talking to the lawyer, and even on the gun. FBI agents and local police all suspected that Mark knew more than he was telling them. Mark hired a lawyer, Reggie Love, to help him get out of the mess he put himself in. A couple newspapers got word of the fingerprints of the boy and they quickly made up stories that Mark was now suspected to be the killer of the lawyer. Mark realized that the best thing to do would be to let the police know where the body was and tell them the truth about everything he knew. The next day, he and Reggie had an appointment with some FBI agents. On the way to his lawyer?s office, Mark ran into a man obviously in the Mafia. He threatened to kill him if he told anyone about what Jerome Clifford had told him. He knew the man wasn?t joking because he was holding a switchblade to his face at the time. By this time, Mark no longer wants to talk to the authorities. Through all this, Mark?s mother was still living at the hospital, worrying about her youngest son, who was still in shock and comatose.
If only my mind could erase the face of the man who I assumed was my online friend, Brian. Either, Brian did not share his accurate information online, or the person who I had met was assumingly his father. The latter would be the excuse the 37-year-old abductor gave as an attempt to lure me to his vehicle that sat outside of the downtown bus station. As the man began to approach the far-off corner bench just outside of the bus station in the waiting area that Brian and I had specifically set as the meeting point, my heart rate accelerated as I heard the man ask, “Are you, Alfred?”. Unaware of the man’s relationship to Brian, and even more so, puzzled as to how the man knew who I was, and my meeting location, I asked if he had known Brian,
I looked up the street to confirm Perry’s observation, wiped the endless flow of stinging sweat from my eyes, and then turned to see if a protected path was behind us as another volley of shots cracked the silence, the sound echoing like sharp thunderclaps. “The car is about four blocks down, and if we can get over to the next block we should be safe all the way to the car.” I can’t protect you. I have no way of protecting you. “Go!” Running without looking back we crossed the first intersection, seeing others heading our way, wild-eyed and fearful. At the next street there was an officer nervously beckoning everyone his direction, telling us to quickly get around the corner and that we were probably safe now but to keep moving away from downtown. Shaking and out of breath, we walked rapidly to the car, being passed by an endless stream of emergency vehicles: SWAT, ambulances, fire trucks, police cars from neighboring towns. How many? Well, ALL of them it
Something important and immoral is done in every detective story. Whether the detective is clearing a client of blame or prosecuting someone, he is always on the right side, and working against the wrong. The detective may not always complete his j...