O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance. “So…” His harsh voice started, sizing me up thoroughly. “You’re the institution’s golden boy eh, some mid-twenty something greenhorn coming in and telling us how to do our jobs without a single day of patrol under his belt!” “Twenty-two actually sir.” I replied blankly. His demeanor lifted for a brief moment as he recalled something, before shifting back to his previously interrupted, confrontational speech. “Worse still, you don’t even have a day’s experience in patrol, and you’re looking to …show more content…
"What was the next step of your investigation again?" He asked inquisitively. "I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry. "Perfect!" The Chief suddenly exclaimed, taking us both a aback, briefly at the sudden outburst. "Our newest detective here can get some hands on experience!" He bellowed confidently, as he began pushing my, comparatively lightweight body with little resistance towards Henry's position. "I don't think that's...." Henry started before he was caught off guard by The Chief's over exaggerated pleading gaze, which led to a sigh of resignation from him. I experienced a brief moment of clarity while being hustled over. "Wait a second, I'm not actually a detective yet." I said unceremoniously amongst the ensuing disarray. The Chief's face shifted in thought processing my concern, before suddenly coming to a realization, "Oh, right you are my boy!" He said enthusiastically "Wait just a moment !" With that he rushed over to his desk, and began digging around while I and Henry shared an uncomfortable
I was sitting with my friend, Pistol on one of the bucking shoots watching the barrel race.
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"I'm going to make a big request of you today," he said, pocketing his souvenirs with satisfaction, "so I thought you ought to know something about me. I didn't want you to think I was just some
“It sounds personal to me,” the blond woman said. I felt myself nodding in agreement. “I'm sure the police---”
Henry couldn’t believe it, he was ecstatic, he then looked over at Ben, he was sitting in the corner of the room alone, Henry knew how out of place he probably felt but he knew what he had to do. He turned back to Morgan and said, “I’m highly honored for the offer, but I believe I know someone more
A murmuring hum caught in a robust chest cavity was the sign of his waking. The sharpening of Lord Kazetora’s breath as his lashes parted, then closed tightly, then parted one more. His crimsons flickered like quiet flames in the darkness of his den. Silken whiskers twitched softly against the short hairs of his paws.
His expression hardened. “The bounty is six hundred dollars. I’m not going to kill him for the
“I have no idea officer. Why did you pull me over? “ I answered back to him with a smart mouth attitude.
"Hold your hand Soldier. He's the bravest lad I've ever seen and I'll not have him whipped." He paused for a moment. " At least not until I've spoken with him and see what this is all about."
“You don’t know me.” My voice sounded as unsteady as his stance. He shrugged as he chuckled; the laughter turned my blood cold. He seemed to know something I did not.
“Listen up gentleman!” The head of the detective agency prepares to make an announcement, hopefully about some new information on the case. He points at me.
“Well, remember, you’d be a junior guard. I think that’s when you learn to save yourself.”
Now it was just me and Shucks. We walked to the car silently. He started the car and drove back to the agency. When we neared our destination, Shucks confessed, “Collin, I was a little hard on you at first, but you really came through on this mission. I owe you an apology, rookie. I take back what I said about your nosy status. I actually think that inquisitive and curious are the right adjectives this time. Rookie, don’t change; don’t make me change my mind about your curious personality. We need more people like you, Collin. Don’t be surprised if you get a call soon, and remember to answer the phone”
"Where was she seen last," the detective asked. His face was stolid yet I could hear the pain and panic in his voice.
Rose pauses for a moment and says: "Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course the actual experience of it was somewhat less clinical."