Riverdale Sheriff Keller Novels & Stories

Lelandi’s father slept out in his wheelchair as Silva delivered a second tray of beverages. Mason watched as Doc Mitchell and Chester McKinley engaged in a neighboring game of chess. For everyone, Eleanor and Nurse Grey made turkey sandwiches. The Hastings sat next to each other on a love seat and cuddled as if they were newly in love. Jake sat down across from Carol and extended a bag of chips to her. Leidolf took another gulp of beer while seeming irritated as she grinned at him as if she were in love. Peter offered Lelandi a contented smile and appeared content and at ease in his new role as the sheriff of Silver Town. She questioned whether Trevor had left to meet Caitlin after he had di

Kelly rescued Trishia. ‘I am violent and Trishia is not?’ She thought. Kelly was always unfair to her and she was used to it. She didn’t just want to talk back to her as she still considered Kelly as Adam’s grandmother. Before Bill could answer Kelly, Arabella's cellphone rang again. She answered quickly. It’s from Adam’s school.

I wouldn't want us to go at the same time,” Kelly orders Romeo like a superior. He had to describe his flat to Romeo to avoid loose ends. “Oh, shit. "This man is a pain,” Romeo shakes his head sideways. He thought Officer Lucas was a crack until he met Kelly. Even in his late fifties, Kelly isn't slowing down anytime soon. Oftentimes, Ciara questions her father's age due to his strength and agility. Kelly spots Walters at his doorstep from a distance. He halts immediately to adjust himself. He would rather not show up at Walter's in a shaky mood.

Stryker, seeming annoyed. "H-hi, I am, no, My name is Bobby, I am from the uhm, ID." A boy who looked 15, brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'0, wearing spectacles and a white lab coat. "Kelly Crawford, 2 years ATD, a year AD." Kelly has always been straightforward and to the point. "Hi, I'm Katarina Clyde, I was an ATD agent for a year and a half, and have been serving as an SD agent for a year."

Why did Ralph bring her along? "Who's the beautiful lady, Ralph?" Asked the guy who entered last. "Oh, sorry. This is Raven Porterfield, my assistant. You can trust her," said Ralph. "Raven, meet Scott Marshall, ex-navy seal, and our friend. He's helping us out," said Ralph. Raven greeted him and he came forward to shake her hand, holding it a little longer. Ralph cleared his throat and glared at him. All three chuckled and sat down to discuss the matter at hand.

Our eyes met before the helicopter rose from the green field. Gritting my teeth, I tried to open the door. I cursed, realizing it's still locked. Damn it! *** Damien's POV "Rad Keller will be summoned to the precinct later for questioning. The doll he gave to Darya has a bug." I nodded at Duncan, not lifting my eyes from the screen of my laptop. I've been researching Rad Keller's properties and he has three vacation houses. Dad was right when he told me the plane ticket was a distraction. It wasn't him who took the flight that day. It was his assistant who represented him at the banquet.

Her words held a mixture of playfulness and genuine desire. Sergeant Chriswell leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "I wish I could, but I have to go. The sheriff's department is working tirelessly to solve the case of that mass murder, and everything hinges on finding Eric Damian. This case is turning out to be more complex than we initially thought, but I'm genuinely excited at the prospect of being the one to crack it," he explained, his voice reflecting a blend of enthusiasm and determination.

“Ruben, is it?” Ruben didn’t reply. “Yes, I’m sure of it,” Keller said. “Ruben Ramirez. I remember you. You were an associate of Damon Sharpe’s.” Keller smacked his gloved hands together. “It’s a small world sometimes, isn’t it?” The smile on Keller’s lips evaporated. “It’s too dark in here for my liking. Turn around slowly and come out of the cave, Mr. Ramirez. If you try anything, Javier here will gun you down without blinking twice. Hell, without blinking once, probably. Isn’t that right, Javier?”

I can’t tell Mom and Dad that I don’t want a mate, but that won’t stop me from bringing women home for the night. After a while, I convinced myself that I didn’t have a mate. That made it a lot easier to persuade myself that I didn’t want a mate… until last night. “Keller went up to Portland and has brought in over thirty cases this month alone, Skylar. You haven’t done shit." Dad has Skylar by the collar on the putting green. His eyes are solid black and his face is bright red as his temper flares. Jensen is staring at the ground, waiting for his turn to get chewed out.

"……with the killer still unknown and running wild, why does it look like the police is doing nothing about it? The town is in total unrest" "right? A picture of the proposed killer with just his back view on the front page of every newspaper, sounds like a joke to me!" "Riverdale's local police gets a chance to prove itself and this is all they've got? pathetic I tell ya" "Who's in charge of the case again? Detective Rom----"