Riverdale Sheriff Novels & Stories

His methodical ways had the truck unpacked and in the house in almost no time. "I just realized I didn't actually introduce myself when we first met," he said to me as he lifted the last box from the truck. Grace and Avery had gone inside to get more lemonade and cookies ready. "I'm Matt Grinswald. I'm the sheriff here in town." "Nice to meet you, Sheriff Matt," I answered with a grin. He laughed and hoisted the box onto his shoulder. Despite the limp, he carried the heavy boxes with ease. "Your sister says you race sailboats?"

“Dad, maybe Ainsley can talk some sense into her friend?” “Ainsley’s phone broke in the attack. Jane is getting her a new one this afternoon.” Dad says. “We’ll see what we can do, but he left here in a bit of a huff. He threatened to go to the police. Fortunately, Chief Milton is our Senior Guard. I already called Riley’s father. Riley hasn’t shown up yet, but I’m heading over to his house right after this call. He and I created a work program for our pack members at his quarry years ago, so he is well aware of what we are.”

His methodical ways had the truck unpacked and in the house in almost no time. "I just realized I didn't actually introduce myself when we first met," he said to me as he lifted the last box from the truck. Grace and Avery had gone inside to get more lemonade and cookies ready. "I'm Matt Grinswald. I'm the sheriff here in town." "Nice to meet you, Sheriff Matt," I answered with a grin. He laughed and hoisted the box onto his shoulder. Despite the limp, he carried the heavy boxes with ease. "Your sister says you race sailboats?"

He signaled the Howlers and the rogues, and they vanished into the brush with the speed of shadows. "What about us?" Raven asked, her teeth chattering. "We stay," I said. "We cover the tracks." I pulled a handful of grey dust from my pocket—spirit ash. I threw it into the air, whispering a command of obfuscation. The air began to shimmer. The cruiser pulled up to the shore, its tires crunching on the frost-covered gravel. Sheriff Miller stepped out, his flashlight beam cutting through the dark. He was a man who had lived in Blackridge his whole life, a man who tried very hard not to see the monsters in his backyard.

River The situation with Crying Wolf wasn't going as planned, and River wasn't sure what to do with it. As he sat at his desk, looking over reports from his Omega border patrol warriors, it became clear that he was going to have to show some force to get the mad men to the north to stop pushing into his territories. Brett had been keeping a careful eye on things, and while he was certainly adequate in that position, River was looking forward to getting his true Beta, Allen, back in a few weeks, when Sam and baby Simpson had settled into a routine.

She hugged my left leg and placed her head on my thigh. “Yeah, I know.” “That's true, mum! I almost forgot.” River frowned, sitting on the back of his toes, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face. “What's it?” “I met Mr Dashiell.” My hand which was stretched to pat his hair, and my smile froze at his words. Blinking, I took my hand back, gulping before I asked, “Mr Dashiell? Like Dashiell James?” “Yeah! He visited us in School, though —”

Margaret asked him. “Mother, she is the county sheriff. She is the highest-ranking law enforcement officer in the county, and she is very good at her job,” Wren told her through clenched teeth, which were not only clenched because of her attitude toward Lindsay but because she is the only one who ever called him by his full name, Wrenfield, which he hated.