Deputy Jordan Parrish Novels & Stories

Get your shit together, Patrickson, I admonish myself. “I’m Larry Modiess, Jordan’s agent.” Larry puts his hand out and we shake. “You’re with Neil Bronson. He and I go way back.” He doesn’t wait for a reply and continues shaking the hands of the other men in the room while I stare at Jordan. She holds my gaze and a moment later, anger replaces her stilted smile. It’s obvious she doesn’t care for my stunned regard, and her shoulders stiffen. Her unforgettable lips purse and draw my attention. My cock comes back to life. “There’s the man we’ve been waiting for,” Rick says.

He should be with Jodi with her legs wrapped around him. Since he couldn’t do all of that at the same time, he had chosen to help Williamson tail D.J. and Dex. According to procedure, one deputy had to be at the station and on duty at all times. Matt got Carter to stay behind since he had the least amount of experience being a cop. George, who Matt deputized so he could legally work undercover for the department, was at the sawmill waiting for the Joneses. Goldman was acting as George’s wingman. The rest of the boys were in position in various spots at the sawmill.

Something just happened. "Hey Liv," Drew called out. I didn't care if we had a fight or not. "What happened here?" I rushed out. "Didn't you hear? Jordan was found dead this morning. Jamaal and the rest of the squads has been arrested." ******

"But I know what you mean. We all think he's a hunk." For a moment, as she looked at Jack Ward, Jessie forgot to breathe. If he'd looked good in his sport coat and slacks as a Houston detective, he was mouthwatering in his sheriff's khakis and-wait! Were those boots he was wearing? What was he doing here in Fort Mavis? Dressed as deputy?

Tisha : Not that bad why ? Me : Dinner tonight at your place so that we can get to know each other more Tisha : Is that a date ? Me : You are my bank so you deserve the good treatment We both laughed , guess whatever this is is not so bad after all ... Jordan POV I neatly arranged the files and everything on my desk before walking out of my office to the parking lot . I know I mess up all the time I will never be perfect for you No Believe and pray that's all l can right now

the officer muttered. Leilani didn’t react. She’d learned long ago that silence was safer than truth. ****** Lennon Patterson Jr. adjusted his glasses for the fifth time in three minutes. The cold, domineering office seemed to shrink around him, even though he’d faced far worse situations with actual criminals. But the man seated at the head of the table, calm, still on the phone, was everything but a criminal. Declan Partridge controlled thousands with nothing but his lean, cord-tight body and a “yes” or “no” more lethal than the harshest sentence Lennon had ever heard in court.

I соvеrеd thе ріѕtоl wіth mу cloth nарkіn аѕ nоt tо аlаrm anyone. "No dоubt thіѕ gun іѕ illegal аnd соvеrеd with your fіngеrрrіntѕ. Thаnk уоu, fоr providing mе wіth leverage. I hаvе a сuѕtоmеr, an аѕѕіѕtаnt Deputy Director оf the FBI. He works оf Phoenix Arіzоnа Offісе. Hе оwnѕ three of mу lоuѕу fіѕhіng роlеѕ. Nееd I ѕау mоrе?"

He asked me. “My name is Alex but I’m not with the DEA, I do work for an organization called The Council and I was sent to infiltrate your club and gather sufficient evidence,” I said to him. “Just look at the paper trail, I’m not bullshitting you, everything’s there,” I said to him. “I know,” he said to me. “You know?” I asked him. “Jesse’s my guy on the inside, he’s been feeding me information for weeks now,” Jordan said.

Paul replied. Several groups of people were investigating the case? Jenna was taken aback and asked anxiously, "Then do you know who it is?" Paul was silent for a while, and he said, "Miss, there is good news right now. It is said that the Public Security Department has officially appointed Jordan Yates as the team leader to investigate your dad's case. You can have hope in him. It is said that this is all thanks to Hansen's efforts." Hansen? When Jenna heard the name, her heart skipped a beat.

Lainie was just about to repeat her request when a deeper voice came from behind her. "Lainie Everest?" the man asked as he stepped up beside her. "Sheriff Einstein's been expecting you." He extended his arm to shake her hand, his thick bicep tightening the shirt as he did. "I'm Wade Johnson, one of the deputies here. Welcome to our little neck of the world." Lainie's smile was now genuine as she shook Deputy Johnson's hand. "Thanks. I'm excited to get started." She glanced around looking for Chet Einstein. "Is the sheriff here?"