Bates Motel Deputy Shelby Novels & Stories

I add for her father’s benefit. “Let’s be seated,” her mother interjects. Shelby takes my hand again and leads me to the furniture grouping they were sitting in before our arrival. She takes the loveseat and pulls me in beside her. Shelby’s father introduces himself as Theodore and speaks first. “We owe you a debt of gratitude, Detective Street. Our daughter is known for behaving irrationally at the best of times.” Shelby’s grip tightens around my fingers and I squeeze back.

I add for her father's benefit. "Let's be seated," her mother interjects. Shelby takes my hand again and leads me to the furniture grouping they were sitting in before our arrival. She takes the loveseat and pulls me in beside her. Shelby's father introduces himself as Theodore and speaks first. "We owe you a debt of gratitude, Detective Street. Our daughter is known for behaving irrationally at the best of times." Shelby's grip tightens around my fingers and I squeeze back.

For that reason, he had decided against bringing Conner to view the murder scene. Conner felt himself being skillfully drawn in, like a trophy fish being given just enough line to fool itself into thinking it might have a chance to escape, but he didn’t know what to do about it. Or even what he wanted to do about it. He remained by the monitors, leaning against the wall, as if the physical distance from Sloane might provide some safety. “Go on, tell me,” he said finally. Sloane stopped fiddling with the pen. “The body was discovered this morning in a motel off Sunset,” he began, his voice all business now. “Another woman. A street whore named Sheila.”

t-shirt throw on my boots and head out the door. The sun was setting when I drove my 87 Dodge pickup into the parking lot of Sherry’s bar. A little hole in the wall bar at the edge of a small town of only about eight thousand people. There is a small grocery store, two crappy motels, a small clinic, a K-12 school, and Sherry’s bar. I get out of the truck and notice a familiar car in the parking lot of the motel across the street. One whiff in that direction and I know its her. She walks out of the lobby, and I watch her walk over to her car grab her bag and walk around to the back side of the motel. “Dang, Gabe you sure are happy to see me.” Joe, the short order cook says through his wi

Matt, Patty, and the deputies walked down to the lake shore. The deputies marched in formation behind Matt and Patty. They all wore dark clothing. Patty held a lantern and a white rose. Carter held a lantern as he walked in front of the deputies and behind Matt and Patty. Williamson held a lantern as he walked behind the rest of the deputies.

Although Shelby used capital to become a cast member, she was very trainable and more talented than Jaden, so Director Freddie thought highly of her. Shelby deleted the message casually. "Just a spam." The two chatted for a while. Shelby was intoxicated and intended to go to the bathroom to sober up. Just when she moved toward the bathroom, a figure suddenly sprang out of the darkness. Before she could react, she was dragged to the garden at the back of the villa. Shelby staggered, subconsciously calling for help. Abruptly, she was fiercely pushed against a stone. Her back ached so much that her face turned pale. She secretly took her cell phone and dialed a number...

As we reached the door, I turned to Jackson, giving one last reassuring smile before knocking. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a middle-aged man with graying hair, deep-set eyes, and an air of authority. He glanced at us, his expression wary yet attentive. "Can I help you?" Jackson's voice wavered slightly as he fought to maintain his composure. "Sir, I'm Jackson, and this is my friend. We just received notice that a new Sheriff is being appointed, even though my father is still missing. We need answers." The Deputy Sheriff studied Jackson for a moment, his expression softening with understanding. "I see. I can assure you that the decision wasn't made lightly. We've exhausted all a

If he wanted to kill him, he would have done it immediately. Ryan chuckled, then withdrew from his torture. "I like it when you beg you know," he said wiping the knife on Rex's shirt. He sat down back on the chair, this time with a smile on his face. "Let's make a deal, shall we?" **** Shelby yawned out loudly. To her, the room felt empty and heavy. Trying to adjust, she laughed which means she knew what happened. Her little kitty ran away. She finally opened he'd eyes, then stood up on her feet.

Sheriff Gilbert grinned. Passing between the emergency vehicles and the coroner’s van, the two men arrived outside cabin number 13. Sheriff Tanner stepped into the motel room, his gaze sweeping across the scene, his expression expertly concealing any emotion. Wayne and Carol’s lifeless bodies were sprawled on the bed, Sheriff Tanner positioned himself beside the bed, hands in his pockets, peering down at the deceased man’s face. “Yep, that’s Wayne Knight, alright, or at least it was,” he remarked, he allowed a smug smile to play across his face as a sense of satisfaction began to rise within him. The discovery of the two bodies in a location far from Valley Mills was like a stroke of genius.

Eric's nose burst, blood dripping as he spat, "Who do you think you are? She was just an accessory. I could do whatever I wanted." Shelby didn't even flinch. He pulled out his phone, voice like ice. "Call the cops. Prep the legal files. I'm making sure they both pay." The cops showed up fast. Took them both away. Shelby didn't stop moving—cleaned up the mess himself, then drove out to a quiet chapel on the edge of town. He dropped to his knees in the front pew. Head down. Hands locked. He whispered the same thing over and over.