Sheriff Callie Peck Novels & Stories

Cammie’s heart in her throat now. Kshshsh, “it’s been carnage Sheriff, since this snow storm hit we’ve been inundated with calls for all sorts of emergencies. I will have to ask around and get back to you on that one. What’s her name Sheriff? ....also, I take it you’ll be needing a lift back into town then? Over” Cammie hurriedly says, “Callie Ray, Callie Anne Ray.”

She was so understanding, and that’s what I loved about her. A short ride later, I arrived. Walking in, I could see the sheriff giving orders as they answered calls. For a town this small, they sure were busy. “Hey, Clay. Lucy Landon has called saying her pipe has burst, and she needs a handyman to fix it.” The receptionist mentioned, making me laugh as I looked around for Pete, the sheriff. I couldn’t believe she would call them for that. “Clay! Come on, young man.” Pete urged me to the office. I opened the half door that divided the lobby with the rest of the building and headed in.

I love the people in this town but I also know that there are several nosy buggers who are all up in everyone's business, they love details and a few of them are in this room right now which makes it harder for me to believe that no one has seen anything out of the ordinary. "Chris, the sheriff is here." I follow Callum away from the stage and soon come to a stop in front of Sheriff Jimmy Nelson. Jimmy and I are good friends, he's a regular at my bar when he's off duty and he's a good guy. "Sorry, I wasn't here sooner, Chris. As soon as I got the report about the girls being missing I came here straight away but got delayed over on Taff Road. A bloody tree has fallen down right across the ma

Derrick wouldn't harm Layne, but Callie might, as her character has certain flaws, as seen from her killing of rabbits. She didn't know if Callie would abuse Layne before handing him over to Derrick. This was what she was most worried about. As time passed by, Russell and Braeden led the team in a thorough search, but still, they had no clues. Zoey knew that Derrick would not admit it, but she still called him. The other party answered quickly, but did not speak. Zoey pursed her lips and said, "Derrick, what do you want me to do to let Layne go?"

Laura asked as Ruth grunted. "What do you kids think I am? I'm a trained police officer and a detective, I was trained for 10 years that's why I'm the sheriff at an early age like this. Though the mantle of sheriffship belongs to the Gilberts..." Ruth said and stopped as she gave them all a look. "Call my private emergency number," Ruth said and sniffed as Elena gave Peter a look. He nodded and called the emergency line as it responded immediately. ##"Hello, Sheriff Ruth here, state your emergency" the line responded as Laura's eye bulged.

“It’s high time I make her my wife.” The door swung open, the uniformed hand attached to Patrick Allred. From the look on his face, it was clear he’d heard what Jim had said. “Patrick! Sweet Moses!” Jim blurted, Frank Shepard forgotten. “Where are Teri and Zoe?” Nodding to Shepard, Patrick crossed to the table and took a seat. He and the FBI agent held a silent exchange, then the deputy sheriff replied, “Teri’s here. I brought her myself. She’s making a statement. Abby’s taking care of Zoe and the dog. Jim, you need to tell us what happened.”

" The Sheriff let out a boisterous laugh while holding his belly. "Very funny." He replied monotony. "Okay... so you want to help with the case?" "Yes! That would be an honor, Sheriff." "Then come with me at a house near Harmonica Fall later when Ceddie comes back. A woman who reported me the robbery also have a missing daughter. I don't want to happen to her to what had happen to those poor girls." The Sheriff clicks his tongue and shook his head sadly. "Yeah, I'll be outside for speed monitoring." Kaiser organized the folders of profiles of the suspects before the Sheriff's place and stood up.

He stopped just short, close enough to smell the faint vanilla of her shampoo. “I know you can. That’s what scares me.” ⸻ The next morning, Callum was up before the sun, his boots crunching over frost-slick grass as he checked the perimeter. Nothing out of place. No fresh tracks. Still, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. ⸻ He was pouring his second cup of coffee when his phone buzzed. A text from Mick over at the sheriff’s department: “Black pickup spotted again. Route 12 this time. Couldn’t get a plate.”

Sheriff shuffled with a stack of files. “Well uh, Sheriff that’s right here in Clevlock county. The pay phone next to the old blockbuster.” Jess’ heart sank. “Sheriff, he could be at my place right now. We wouldn’t even know it.” She started fidgeting. The Sheriff got on his walkie. I need a couple units to the deputy’s place up on Casper Ridge. Possible escapee. Unknown if armed but to be consider dangerous, over.” The room was silent as he waited for a response.

I said. I could see a number of emotions pass through Callan's eyes. Confusion at first and then anger. I rolled my eyes..."Of course" I thought to myself. "Listen before you blow up, no I didn't fake being hurt to get out of my punishment. I need to talk to you about Peter Welch, the man being held in the cell across mine" I told him while scooting a little closer to him.