Riverdale Sheriff Novels & Stories

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

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.

Allison Avery Rivers, daughter of attorneys Henry and Miranda Rivers had always been a little ball of sunshine. Actually, a huge, talking ball of sunshine. She had never been one to stay quiet for long. Hell, she had something to say even when we'd attended the funeral of late Mrs. Davies, an eighties ex librarian back in our college.

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."

River laughed. I want the earth to swallow me whole. If it doesn’t, I’m going to die of embarrassment. Hale looks as embarrassed as I do as we reach the door to the sound of a deep rich laugh joining River’s. “Well, sorry to disappoint, kiddo. I only strip for my wife.” A drool-worthy state trooper smirked, ruffling River’s hair.

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

Riley said, “is exactly why River couldn’t stop staring at the door.” I turned so quickly the room tilted. “Are they…” I hesitated, searching for the right word. “Together?” Riley scoffed softly. “Please. No.” She glanced toward the door again, as if hoping the man might turn around so she can get a glimpse of his face again. “That is Calder Hudson,” she said. “Chief Protective Officer to General Reginald Blackwood.” She smiled faintly, almost fondly. “And River’s been crazy in love with him forever.”

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."

It was barely audible. River’s hands wrapped around my arms and pulled my hands away from my face. I had no choice but to look into his eyes as he knelt between my legs. “Do you have any idea how unprofessional it is? He could do that to anyone, Dallas,” he said softly. “You don't want him doing it worse to someone else, do you?” I sighed and shook my head. River stood up and grabbed the house phone. River got on the phone with the police department.