The Police were a three part band composed of Andy Summers the guitarist, Steward Copeland the drummer and Gordon Mathew Sumner the bass guitarist and singer. Before the band was formed Steward Copeland was part of the band Curved Air. In 1976 the band disbanded leaving Copeland without a job, or passion. Copeland yearned to join another band and reunite music with his life; coincidently he and Gordon met up at a local jazz club and appreciated each other enough to start a band. Soon after the two
Date 10/18 Time: 4:30-5:15 P.M. Location: Keiki This worker arrived at the Keiki office at 4:28 P.M. to supervise the visit. Acesius picked up toy cars from the book shelf in the hallway. He continued picking up more and more toys until his mother asked him to stop since there were so many toys in the room. Destiny tried to open a puzzle box but she was not able to do so. Handing it to her mother, Destiny grunted. While the mother was solving the puzzles with her daughter, Acesius checked out photos
INTRODUCTION: This case involves the suspect(s) taking the victim’s property from her residence by entering the front door in violation of PC 459-Residential Burglary. LOCATION DESCRIPTION: This incident took place at the victim's single family residence located at 781 N Garfield Avenue. The suspect took the victim's property from the top of a dresser in her master bedroom. The point of entry was made through the front door. DAMAGE: • Punctured driver side rear tire, worth approximately
It was a great summer afternoon when Bernard was playing lacrosse with his best friend and his neighbor. At three o'clock they all went home. Since they were in Bernards backyard he didn’t have to walk much. When he got home he went to his fridge and got a Coke. Bernard heard a small creak, then he looked at the door. The doorknob turned Bernard was completely sure of it. His heart was pounding so fast he thought he was having a heart attack. The floor started cracking on the other side of the door
“What crime do you believe you committed?” I asked the insane man. I was in my office with him, patiently waiting for an answer that I knew wouldn’t be true. This man had killed another man. I didn’t know either of their names, and I didn’t have any other information about this man other than that he was a caregiver to an old man with a cataract. I was determined to find out more about this man and if he needed any special care. “I have committed no crimes in my life, unless you count stealing
Mangled tongue have been turning up all over Atchison and the inhabitants are scared. Ten murders in ten weeks, all committed with all the victims tongues cut out, and still nobody has a clue who the creepy killer is. PI Kevin Slaughterhouse is a strong and charming private detective with a fondness for comedy. He doesn't know it yet but he is the only one who can stop the brutal killer. When his husband, Toby Snozzcumber, is kidnapped, PI Slaughterhouse finds himself thrown into the centre of
Original Writing - The Conflict He could hardly see anything. It was dark, wet and the road was slippery, it was just after nine o'clock. There was no sight of anybody on the windy, everlasting roads, except for him. Then all of a sudden two headlights appeared from the far away distance. The brightness blinded his eyes, but he didn't care so he carried on and predictably tried to clip the
“Luck, there’s no such animal,” he rebuts, “And it didn’t happen like that, someone called you guys.” Feeling a little sympathy for Freddie, the detective drops his head for a second; closing his eyes, he searches for the proper words that might calm this distraught soul. “I need you to listen; I’ve worked these streets for sixteen years, you were lucky tonight.” The man with the badge insists. Instructing the homeless hard head to shut up and listen. However, listening is not part of Freddie’s
First Chapter, A Good, Bad Man , 2000 words or less – 1673 words The warm night air smelled of curried chicken and strong coffee. It wafted over Lance Richards as he clung to the bricks of the brownstone, listening. He had been watching the apartment for two weeks, had seen the third man leave minutes ago, but in his line of work it was good to be cautious. Like a black shadow he clambered onto the rickety fire-escape, then squatted poised, flexing his gloved fingers, before sliding the unlocked
“The Prophet’s Hair,” by Salman Rushdie states “the noise in the Hashim household had roused their servants and even awakened the night – watchman, who had been fast asleep as usual on his charpoy by the gate; the police were alerted and the Commissioner himself informed.” This situation reflects my sixteen birthday party. The party was at the Community Hall but based on last-minute changes they were unable to accommodate my party. Mother had decided to host the party at our house. The day of
A Tense Atmosphere in the Opening Scenes of The Matrix There is a sense of mystery created in the opening scenes of ‘The Matrix’. One of these things is the alternating green digits at the very start. The viewer is not aware what is happening, and then one by one the columns of numbers stop alternating and fix on one number, creating a tense atmosphere as the viewer is unsure what numbers will be shown, or what will happen once they have stopped. This is enigmatic as the viewer does not
I was bullied, cyber bullied everything went wrong pretty badly in middle school. Their was one fat dude named Pablo in school who would try to make me feel bad in school every day and he knew what to do every time.For instances he would throw stuff at me all the time in class, flick me in the head, punch me ,kick me,call me ugly and stupid, copy me and scream at me he's gonna beat me up every single day it was like this all day till this one day... And it was just my daily quest to make it to the
On 09/20/2015 at 08:38 hours, I was dispatched to the area of Branchwood Drive and County house Road, for a report of an Assault. Upon my arrival, I spoke with the caller, Lisa A. Frederick. Lisa stated this morning at the listed location; she set up a yard sale table, along with several other neighbors. During the set-up process, the accused, Marion Wagner, approached her advising her she was not able to set up the table. Lisa advised she was able to be here since it’s on the sidewalk and that
Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the
Hmm where should I begin? maybe with the time I experienced racism and classism, when I was in middle school. I heard a drip in the wall, trying to irrigored it but the noise got louder and louder with each drip, I got nervous. My mom rushed out of her room to question me about what was going on. Thud thud thud was a completely different sound than what I became familiar with. It was the door, my mom and I were a little afraid, because we never heard this before. There were three white fire fighters
I was eating lunch when I heard a knock on the door. I didn’t bother checking who it was because every Saturday at exactly 1:30, the same man would show up. The tax collector. I knew he was coming, as is his routine. I already had my money next to me, so I knew that I wouldn’t have to scramble to find it. I pull open the door and I am immediately confused by what I see. “Do you have your tax money?” asked the tax collector, in his monotone voice. As he said that, I looked behind him and saw four
Officer L. Kosinski, Chesapeake Police Department reported the following took place on 01/04/16 in the city of Chesapeake: “On January 4, 2016, I was working at Western Branch High School as the Resource Officer. First thing in the morning a parent, Mr. Christopher Jusino, came in to file a stolen phone report. He stated his daughter was in her art class on December 18, 2015, and her iPhone 6 was stolen. A GPS tracking application located it in the city of Portsmouth. Portsmouth Police Department
As I walked in and I went through the same metal detector. Same guard and lackadaisical nature. Same elevator and third floor. I quickly used the restroom and waited in anticipation for the doors to open to the courtroom. I was finally ready to use the notebook I had brought every time to get down the best notes possible for the assignment given so long ago. As the doors were opened the same jurors walked in and I recognized the judge and deputy assigned to this case from before. This time, I walked
Name Prof Subject Date An Analysis of W.H. Auden’s “Musee des Beaux Arts” Walking on one’s daily route to work one day you hear the sounds of a struggle nearby, craning one’s head over a fence you see a man getting mugged for his belongings. Would one call the police or go about one’s day? At work that day one notices that a coworker has been sobbing in the bathroom all day on and off. Does one try to talk to him, try and see what's bothering him, or does one decide that it's none of your business
“This is the BBC reporter James speaking. How may I help you?” “I live in the next door of a murder suspect’s house. Could you please come to …” I wrote down the home address of an unknown informant. From the high-pitched tone and bird-like voice, it was a woman for sure; however, that was all I knew. Name, age, nationality, and other basic information was not told. I wasn’t clearly sure, and shouldn’t be sure about a report of a murder suspect; however, I decided to visit her house since I had