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Former associate editor of Police Magazine and a retired patrol supervisor and investigator with the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department, Sgt. Dean Scoville has received multiple awards for government service. He was the author of Shots Fired, Police Magazine's monthly column examining officer-involved shootings as experienced by the officers themselves.
There are things that, while perhaps worthy of a mention, don’t warrant a whole column. And so I decided to make a column out of several of them.
Read More →This is my first murder, the first of many I will roll on throughout my career. Back at home, only exhaustion lets me get some sleep before reporting back to work later that day.
Read More →Call it a hunch, precognition, ESP, or intuition, most cops have experienced it: That feeling that something isn’t right. That sensation that something bad is going to happen. For some, the impression proves prophetic.
Read More →Whenever we hear a well-called pursuit, we are in awe of it. We know that it's a damn difficult thing to accomplish.
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Kennedy could see something was wrong. Molander gave her a "we've got a liar" smirk, and she knew that anytime a passenger started playing a felon's game of Truth or Consequences, there's usually a reason.
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Perhaps nowhere in contemporary American society does the question of the right tool for the right job come into play more often than in matters of police use of force.
Read More →At that moment, there was no shortage of things I could be taken to task for: insubordination, failure to document an off-duty incident, conduct unbecoming an officer, late for work, drama queen. It was then that I realized the man was really putting his ass on the line for me.
Read More →Don’t be shy about asking for assistance from everyday people should you find yourself in need. You might be pleasantly surprised by their response.
Read More →When you start drinking to the point that you’ve forgotten what the law is and your obligation to uphold it, then you’re not one of us.
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Barton's gun swung toward him, and its barrel spit fire. Flashes of amber split the night as Barton's Ruger blazed at Dunnigan a mere 10 feet away.
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