“I heard you Samuel! I just don’t really know how you want me to rephrase the words that came out my mouth so that you understand me!...

At this point, Farrell had his weapon drawn and pointed at Dennis who was handing the screaming infant to its screaming mother who ran...

One thing about new builds, their floors don’t creak like older homes, so when Malik popped up and saw Jasmine knocked out on the...

“For the life of me,” Ross said as he forcefully clicked off the ignition of the car and opened the door. “…is why you park all the way...

The pain woke her up, and that’s when she got pissed. Jasmine wasn’t used to the pain anymore because typically her Indica would lull her...

Malik’s stomach immediately churned at the sound of the words “family emergency” and he pushed his food to the side and got up on one...

Farrell damn near flipped his desk over as he made a beeline into Sarge’s office. Ross called out after him, but it was too late. Farrell...

“You act like you don’t know who I am, what I do, and who I had to put my life on hold fuh? Jasmine said kind of chuckling to herself as...

Sarge ushered Stacey into his office and softly shut the door behind him. He offered her the empty chair across from his impressively...

The air was thick with smoke as both Jasmine and Malik were lounging comfortably, going from watching TV to letting the TV watch them....

The station was eerily quiet sans the soft clicks of clumsy fingers over keyboards punctuating the air and the occasional ringing desk...

Malik’s eyes widened and his head whipped around as if he were pointing out the more than comfortable lifestyle Samuel “Sticks” Martin...

As soon as Malik landed, he was startled when the burner phone in his pocket started vibrating. Knowing how Sticks was, he answered it...

“Farrell, my office.” The sergeant was one of few words. Barking orders without pleasantries was commonplace in the station. Farrell...

Malik was wondering if he should call Camilla and cancel, because he had no idea where to go. He knew she invited him out, but he also...

Farrell damn near ripped the car door off its hinges as he opened it. The slam shut was equally vigorous. Again, Ross kept his mouth...

“That boy’s death is on me!” Farrell tossed papers on his desk and flopped in his chair. He rubbed his now crimson forehead as if doing...

Mealtime was always musical. The silverware pinged against the plates. The pots and glasses sounded like wind chimes. Trudy had a tiny...