People who are accused of committing a crime. Sometimes they didn’t even participate in the act, they just appear guilty. The police create a list of the suspicious. They’re the ones on top.
I slammed my fist against the wall inside the interrogation room. I am so damned tired of suspects when they think that they can out think the Law. The system may hide them behind the loop holes, but they will not pay for what they have done.
they were suspects in the investigation. No one knew what they were capable of. One had on a nice face that could fool anyone, while the other one had on this serious face where you never knew what he was thinking about. Someone murdered my family, but which one?
There were many suspects in the case…..because it was quite convoluted and complex. Therefore the job was to sort out who was what and where did they fit in….a job she did not relish at all. However, her boss wanted it done and as the saying goes….”he was the boss”.
The suspect fled in a all black car. Police later arrived at the bank to realize that over 2 million dollars had been stolen. Officer Nick told the deputy that this had to be the work of Tiny Tim. When asked why his answer was simple.
Usually guilty and kind of strange. They are sometimes usual and sometimes unusual. They made a movie, I think. Hmm… Strange things, these people. Strange word.. Who came up with that word? Why aren’t they called “flowers” or “forks”??? Why “suspects”? I think it’s strange.
To this peculiar and strangely particular case there are a series of various suspects from which we must examine. While many are isolated individuals, others share their time with a plethora of people surrounding them. This case will be a rare and difficult one to solve.
There were many suspects in the crime, too many to even fathom. Detective Reid looked over the unfamiliar case files like he had a million times prior to that. Usually in cases you had to really work hard to find the pieces of the puzzle, this one there were just too many. Frustrated and overwhelmed, he couldn’t get the woman’s autopsy photo out of his head. He saw it every time he closed his eyes.
There were no suspects. No one would have wanted to end his life. It was the perfect crime as far as the authorities could see. No one had anything to gain by the loss of his life. No one had any problems with him. No one was acting suspiciously. There were no suspects.
Usually she was suspect to thoughts about conspiracy theories, but for some reason, this one alien made her think a little differently. He wasn’t an ET, nor a WALL-E, and never came to her in a UFO or any other acronym.
He was just a regular Vulcan.
And sometimes a different point of view is often the most sane.
there were many suspects in the crime. the usual thugs and ruffians, the no goods and the has-beens. but there was one that was special, one that didnt fit. one the turned my world upside down…
my neighbors in the shooting thank god no one i know was hurt how could you do that , those poor children and familys and kids all out to just have a good time , hurt , by someone elses pain , don’t you see , self inflicting pain is selfish , it hurts , not only you , but everyone else.
The fingerprints are blurred, but she can smell the lies on her breath. She holds her head high, wide eyes unblinking as she stares at the suspects. A toothy grin crosses her face, and there is the smell of cerulean oceans and summer nights of a long disbanded perfume. “You’re guilty guilty guilty,” she croons, and her criminal sneers.
suspects can sometimes get in a lot of touble because they are suspected of doing bad things. sometimes they go to jail for doing things they didnt do. but sometimes they did do them. so they can be good people or bad people. you just need to know if a suspect is telling the truth or not. if you know that, then they can receive their rightful punishment.
Suspects. Those who may have done something wrong, but the truth hasn’t been uncovered yet. They’re either compulsive liars, completely innocent. or living in some form of denial.
the suspects leaned against the wall mrked with heights. each holding a number of significance. kate looked through the one way glass squinting her eyes tring to remember the face through the fog in her head.
There are a number of suspects I’d like to interview. If you are one of them please prepare you answer. I know that you were seen at the bakehouse sheltering from the rain with the woman with the umbrella who was murdered.
I suspect that what I see is not what it appears. However, I tend to overanalyze things. I think it’s a common idea many people have. What do you do though? Assume the best and expect the worst?
suspects are people who might have committed a crime. they are somehow linked to it and are under questioning after that. ummmmmmmmmmmm. i have no clue. grrr.
he was a suspect of the worst crime one could commit: murder. blood was on his hands and he knew it but there was not enough circumstantial evidence for the court to find him guilty of the crime he did carry out.
People thought to be guilty of crime or offense, they are hiding something or are believed to have a serious character flaw which makes them undesirible as a friend or acquaintance . x
There were a number of suspects lined up at the station. She looked at each of them through the one-way glass, trying her best to pick out a familiar face… the face that changed – ruined – her life. She wondered briefly if she even wanted to do what she was about to do.
She pointed her finger. “Him.”
there are many suspects. they’re right there, in the pictures. what’s happening between them and my love? i want to break them apart, tear them down. just make them go away. i dont care if they’re caught.
After my paranoia set in, it was like I was standing behind a glass, looking at a line-up of suspects. Everyone looked terrible, similar, criminal. My mind spun staring at them, each and every one of them. I didn’t know who was who. All I knew was that one of them was a criminal- but until then, everyone was suspect. My paranoid delusions were almost the death of me.
I looked them over. They were the classic “usual suspects” … the people we always brought in when something happened. But somehow, I knew that this time, it wasn’t one of these guys. It was someone a lot smarter … someone we’d probably never caught and for whom we didn’t have any prints or pictures.
when someone committed a crime or murder there are many suspects that are brought into questioning at a police station. These suspects are picked from investigations that are lead to believe that these people either committed the crime or were somehow involved to help the person that committed it.
James Holmes I hope you rot in jail. I am so scared to go ot the theaters. my thoughts and prayers go out to all the innocent victims of this awful tragedy. Colorado you are in my heart and prayers.
people who are maybe in the weeds. I like to smoke weed it is fun to do. I need to poop right now. I guess I am a suspect of pooping lol no. Katie is a suspect because she is touching her mom. I mean texting
I don’t know if he suspects anything. Or if he even cares anymore. But I know that I cannot sleep, I cannot eat for I can see the turmoil caused by what I’ve done. The guilt spoils in my stomach like milk left out on a hot day.
crimanls who have done some thing wrong. he is one of my prime suspects so actually hes a good guy who only saw something bad that sucks for him he has to live with that for the rest of his life…
it was the usual suspects. they always come in and pick out all the best chocolate pieces and leave the hard candies. somebody licked the green ones and stuck them back in teh box. just a bunch of nasty mfs and we worked in a hospital too.
We stood in a line, our hands pressed against the damp building yet again. Here we were, rounded up, the usual suspects. If anything goes down in this town, fingers always point to us.
potential needs for writing about crime in today’s awful society that puts people in boxes of truth or “truth”. Where do the suspects go when they are done? When they aren’t suspected? Am I suspect? Suspects.
All the people involved in the case were innocent. At least that’s how they told it.
Rocksan didn’t believe it this time, any more than she had the last 150 times she’d been asked to question “persons of interest.” As far as she had seen, it was the people who continuously tried to convince you of their utter lack of involvement that were the first ones with something to hide.
Most of the cases in Greenrock passed by her desk at the precinct.
The two suspects were sitting together on the same bench, handcuffed and very stiff. They did not move much. They barely twitched their eyebrows or sucked in the air through their feeble nostrils. One of their noses quivered slightly, white powder settling in his whiskers.
We sat down across from them, waiting for them to speak. We would have to be the ones to “break the ice.”
People who are accused of committing a crime. Sometimes they didn’t even participate in the act, they just appear guilty. The police create a list of the suspicious. They’re the ones on top.
I slammed my fist against the wall inside the interrogation room. I am so damned tired of suspects when they think that they can out think the Law. The system may hide them behind the loop holes, but they will not pay for what they have done.
they were suspects in the investigation. No one knew what they were capable of. One had on a nice face that could fool anyone, while the other one had on this serious face where you never knew what he was thinking about. Someone murdered my family, but which one?
There were many suspects in the case…..because it was quite convoluted and complex. Therefore the job was to sort out who was what and where did they fit in….a job she did not relish at all. However, her boss wanted it done and as the saying goes….”he was the boss”.
The suspect fled in a all black car. Police later arrived at the bank to realize that over 2 million dollars had been stolen. Officer Nick told the deputy that this had to be the work of Tiny Tim. When asked why his answer was simple.
Usually guilty and kind of strange. They are sometimes usual and sometimes unusual. They made a movie, I think. Hmm… Strange things, these people. Strange word.. Who came up with that word? Why aren’t they called “flowers” or “forks”??? Why “suspects”? I think it’s strange.
To this peculiar and strangely particular case there are a series of various suspects from which we must examine. While many are isolated individuals, others share their time with a plethora of people surrounding them. This case will be a rare and difficult one to solve.
There were many suspects in the crime, too many to even fathom. Detective Reid looked over the unfamiliar case files like he had a million times prior to that. Usually in cases you had to really work hard to find the pieces of the puzzle, this one there were just too many. Frustrated and overwhelmed, he couldn’t get the woman’s autopsy photo out of his head. He saw it every time he closed his eyes.
There were no suspects. No one would have wanted to end his life. It was the perfect crime as far as the authorities could see. No one had anything to gain by the loss of his life. No one had any problems with him. No one was acting suspiciously. There were no suspects.
Usually she was suspect to thoughts about conspiracy theories, but for some reason, this one alien made her think a little differently. He wasn’t an ET, nor a WALL-E, and never came to her in a UFO or any other acronym.
He was just a regular Vulcan.
And sometimes a different point of view is often the most sane.
No one really suspects what’ll happen when sleep will keep me…
there were many suspects in the crime. the usual thugs and ruffians, the no goods and the has-beens. but there was one that was special, one that didnt fit. one the turned my world upside down…
my neighbors in the shooting thank god no one i know was hurt how could you do that , those poor children and familys and kids all out to just have a good time , hurt , by someone elses pain , don’t you see , self inflicting pain is selfish , it hurts , not only you , but everyone else.
The fingerprints are blurred, but she can smell the lies on her breath. She holds her head high, wide eyes unblinking as she stares at the suspects. A toothy grin crosses her face, and there is the smell of cerulean oceans and summer nights of a long disbanded perfume. “You’re guilty guilty guilty,” she croons, and her criminal sneers.
suspects can sometimes get in a lot of touble because they are suspected of doing bad things. sometimes they go to jail for doing things they didnt do. but sometimes they did do them. so they can be good people or bad people. you just need to know if a suspect is telling the truth or not. if you know that, then they can receive their rightful punishment.
Suspects. Those who may have done something wrong, but the truth hasn’t been uncovered yet. They’re either compulsive liars, completely innocent. or living in some form of denial.
the suspects leaned against the wall mrked with heights. each holding a number of significance. kate looked through the one way glass squinting her eyes tring to remember the face through the fog in her head.
There are a number of suspects I’d like to interview. If you are one of them please prepare you answer. I know that you were seen at the bakehouse sheltering from the rain with the woman with the umbrella who was murdered.
I suspect that what I see is not what it appears. However, I tend to overanalyze things. I think it’s a common idea many people have. What do you do though? Assume the best and expect the worst?
suspects. ones who have motive to commit a crime. he was suspected of the worst. He was there. He despised her. Everything falls into place.
suspects are people who might have committed a crime. they are somehow linked to it and are under questioning after that. ummmmmmmmmmmm. i have no clue. grrr.
he was a suspect of the worst crime one could commit: murder. blood was on his hands and he knew it but there was not enough circumstantial evidence for the court to find him guilty of the crime he did carry out.
he walked out the next day, a free man.
People thought to be guilty of crime or offense, they are hiding something or are believed to have a serious character flaw which makes them undesirible as a friend or acquaintance . x
There were a number of suspects lined up at the station. She looked at each of them through the one-way glass, trying her best to pick out a familiar face… the face that changed – ruined – her life. She wondered briefly if she even wanted to do what she was about to do.
She pointed her finger. “Him.”
there are many suspects. they’re right there, in the pictures. what’s happening between them and my love? i want to break them apart, tear them down. just make them go away. i dont care if they’re caught.
As I peer down the street I see many people who may look like suspects to me. Then again I must remember the saying, Don’t judge a book by its cover.
After my paranoia set in, it was like I was standing behind a glass, looking at a line-up of suspects. Everyone looked terrible, similar, criminal. My mind spun staring at them, each and every one of them. I didn’t know who was who. All I knew was that one of them was a criminal- but until then, everyone was suspect. My paranoid delusions were almost the death of me.
I looked them over. They were the classic “usual suspects” … the people we always brought in when something happened. But somehow, I knew that this time, it wasn’t one of these guys. It was someone a lot smarter … someone we’d probably never caught and for whom we didn’t have any prints or pictures.
when someone committed a crime or murder there are many suspects that are brought into questioning at a police station. These suspects are picked from investigations that are lead to believe that these people either committed the crime or were somehow involved to help the person that committed it.
James Holmes I hope you rot in jail. I am so scared to go ot the theaters. my thoughts and prayers go out to all the innocent victims of this awful tragedy. Colorado you are in my heart and prayers.
people who are maybe in the weeds. I like to smoke weed it is fun to do. I need to poop right now. I guess I am a suspect of pooping lol no. Katie is a suspect because she is touching her mom. I mean texting
I don’t know if he suspects anything. Or if he even cares anymore. But I know that I cannot sleep, I cannot eat for I can see the turmoil caused by what I’ve done. The guilt spoils in my stomach like milk left out on a hot day.
crimanls who have done some thing wrong. he is one of my prime suspects so actually hes a good guy who only saw something bad that sucks for him he has to live with that for the rest of his life…
it was the usual suspects. they always come in and pick out all the best chocolate pieces and leave the hard candies. somebody licked the green ones and stuck them back in teh box. just a bunch of nasty mfs and we worked in a hospital too.
evidence is really coming alive, different times, different acts in one thing, true or maybe lie…… just be
It was inevitable. There were too many suspects in this crime. No one would ever know who did it. This kidnap/rape/murder would go unsolved. Forever.
We stood in a line, our hands pressed against the damp building yet again. Here we were, rounded up, the usual suspects. If anything goes down in this town, fingers always point to us.
potential needs for writing about crime in today’s awful society that puts people in boxes of truth or “truth”. Where do the suspects go when they are done? When they aren’t suspected? Am I suspect? Suspects.
All the people involved in the case were innocent. At least that’s how they told it.
Rocksan didn’t believe it this time, any more than she had the last 150 times she’d been asked to question “persons of interest.” As far as she had seen, it was the people who continuously tried to convince you of their utter lack of involvement that were the first ones with something to hide.
Most of the cases in Greenrock passed by her desk at the precinct.
The two suspects were sitting together on the same bench, handcuffed and very stiff. They did not move much. They barely twitched their eyebrows or sucked in the air through their feeble nostrils. One of their noses quivered slightly, white powder settling in his whiskers.
We sat down across from them, waiting for them to speak. We would have to be the ones to “break the ice.”