Riverdale Sheriff Novels & Stories

He went over to speak to the sheriff, an older man with gray hair and a huge mustache named Roger Dalton who looked like he belonged in a Western movie. I heard another vehicle approaching and hoped it was the ambulance since Billy and Mike needed more help than I could give them. It wasn’t. Nor was my parents. When I saw who it was, I dropped my head and shook it. The last person on earth I wanted to see--other than Verina Crow herself--Horace Ford.

She flew to the sky and the armies ran towards the city. It's the next day, at noon, the Elvers have been training non-stop, the sheriff has been informed about the revelations and she has taken it upon herself with a few other cops to inspect the borders into wales city closely, they have been inspecting for hours and there was nothing. Meanwhile Mr. Brown had organised a protest for the sheriff and Mayor to step down, still pained about his son's death. A few minutes later, multiple calls rang on the sheriff phone, about people dying suddenly.

A vengeful uncle she had never met was now targeting her family, consumed by hatred so deep he’d stoop to kidnapping a child. When they arrived home, River wasted no time. He stormed into the house, immediately barking orders to his men. The compound was soon buzzing with activity as guards moved into position, weapons ready. “Tiffany,” River said sharply, his eyes locking on her. “Are your men searching the school compound?” “Yes,” she replied, standing tall. “Evan should report something any minute now.” “Good girl,” River muttered distractedly, already turning his attention to the next matter. Riley, however, wasn’t as quick to let things slide. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat

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.

His car was stopped by a green policeman who seemed very tired from having to deal with dozens of journalists who were very stubborn. "I'm the lawyer for Calvin McAdam, the killer on the run." Before the policeman asked him to take out his ID, he immediately showed it right in front of the green policeman's tired eyes. He didn't expect more obstacles to meet Richmond. “Who would you like to meet, sir? The station is currently in chaos. I'm just doing my job." The cop was apparently quite aware that his question was causing an uneasy feeling in Rick's mind. “Richmond Shelter. I was informed that Richmond Shelter conducted the investigation this morning into Judge Hazel Hayes' apartment."

He was joking and talking with the people of the small police station like he was in one of the town. “That’s Richard Crawford,” the sheriff said, making Lily jump a little. She didn’t notice he had gotten up from his chair and was standing so close to her. God, she needed to pay more attention to her surroundings. She was a super werewolf hybrid and she becoming too damn easy to sneak up on. “That is Xavier Thompson,” she said, watching Xavier approach the sheriff’s office. Nick sat back down, and Lily pushed herself in the corner. “Nick, how are you today?” Xavier said, entering the office and sitting down in one chair in front of the sheriff’s desk. “I heard you had some trouble with tres

*Rafe* “Pardon me,” I mutter as I bump into someone coming around the corner near what smells like a bakery. I’m in too much of a hurry to say more as my two highest ranking advisors and I rush from the sheriff’s office to our meeting with the mayor. Our conversation with Sheriff Brown hadn’t gone as expected. I asked about crime rates, the number of officers they keep on staff, budgets, etc., and all of his answers were vague, as if they kept no records, and he wasn’t even familiar with his staff.

"Yes mom, I'm okay. They have nothing on me, for one. I didn't do anything to that jerk Jim, if anything has even happened to him at all. They said Jim came into the station claiming that I beat him up, trying to get him to sign over a house that's not even his, and that we are scam artists. Oh, and they said we kidnapped River and Sharon. Something doesn't add up, Mom. I need you to go to the morgue and ask to see his body. You and Sharon will have to go, but if I had to guess, it's not Jim that's lying in that morgue." "That bastard!" Mom yells. She's furious. I've never heard my mom use this kind of language in my whole 18 years of life. As expected, when mom and I hang up, the officers c

He gave it to the sheriff to check out. Carol smirked. "I don't recall reading about any highway mudslides in the Silver Town Express." Although the shooting was significant and would have made headlines, if anybody had been harmed in the mudslide, it would have been covered. What about when that madman kidnapped you? Was Trevor searching for you along with the rest of the pack?" Carol inquired. "He was assisting the sheriff in keeping an eye on my old pack at Hastings Bed and Breakfast," Ravena explained. Despite the fact that he'd given perfectly acceptable justifications each time, she couldn't shake the sensation that there was more to the tale.

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."