The sergeant was sitting down now, with his cap off.

The sergeant sat gaping at me, waiting for my reply.

She looked back to where the sergeant sat, be- hind his banks of big weapons.

One recent day, the 36-year-old sergeant was sitting in the kitchen of his northeast Ocala home.

Then the sergeant sat on his back and said, "Fifty more."

Beside the desk where the sergeant sat was a large filing cabinet.

We went inside the building, where a sergeant sat at a desk in the otherwise bare lobby.

The sergeant was sitting with what looked to Kris very much like a handheld phone.

The sergeant sat back to see how this last item was digested.

A sergeant sat behind a desk beside the door.