The cop raced toward a nearby drugstore to make two quick telephone calls.

From far down those stairs yells could still be heard, as the fake cops raced for safety like they had never run before.

Other cops raced across the cargo gangplank to the pier.

A cop was racing along the sidewalk; he turned into the tenement.

Down the stairway to the basement raced the cop, his gun ready.

Another cop was racing to the scene, but he was too far away to see clearly.

The cop was already racing into the theater, gun in hand.

The two Siberian cops raced around the corner and ground to a halt.

A cop on a nearby post was racing to investigate.

The cops raced to where Duncan's limp body lay behind the wheel of the sedan.