When the cop called me I got it in the computer and onto the street.

The cops called about two-thirty and told me what had happened.

He then asked if the white cop had called someone "son," and she nodded yes.

Inside the door, the cop was pounding on the glass and calling me dirty names.

The cops call it a hell of a problem.

A real cop would have called for backup before coming into the store.

Just as the light was changing, the cop on my side stuck his head out and called, "Pull over to the curb."

The cop was calling my name while he had a go at the door.

She had what other cops called a getaway face.

"I don't see the cops calling them for help," she says.