Officer John Gale
It was Tuesday morning; the sun was just on the brink of shinning on the great beautiful city of Miami. Sitting in his car, Officer John Gale was sipping his early morning coffee, getting ready for a long day ahead. Gale was tall, by his appearance he seemed to come from a Cuban background. He had bright blue eyes. It was very hard for anyone not to daze off looking into his eyes because of the amazing color they possessed. John was in his mid thirties, and people had done this all his life; for him it became mundane. He loved to wear those intimidating dark glasses cops like to wear, it made him feel powerful. John thought too much of himself when he approached people with them; too egotistical he was for such a common man, although he was always kind with people. John Gale was spiritual, this may have had been because his family was very religious themselves.
He went to church whenever he had a chance and strongly believed in the Lord. He valued truth, honor, and courtesy. John had a way of dealing with people, whether he believed they were telling the truth or not, he would always listen and be respectful before making any kind of decisions about any individual.
Sitting in his car, continuing sipping his coffee, and now eating a bagel he noticed something strange from his rear view mirror. John noticed two men in their cars, one was Caucasian, and wore formal clothing. The other, although he could barely see, appeared to be Hispanic and was in an old beat up Cadillac. Lowering their windows, the Caucasian man handed the other an envelope and the other man handed a black duffle bag back. Neither man could see...