Sheriff Callie Peck Novels & Stories

Officer Perry assured with a huge smile and a small bow of respect before Sheriff Hardin proceeded to walk back to his jeep. He exhaled, he knows he can always trust Perry to get the job done but he’s just too considerate and worries that the workload might be too much on him. But in this case Perry has let him know that he’s the captain of this crime boat for now till he’s better, and he can’t feel any more relieved than he already is. Sheriff Hardin entered his jeep and was about driving off when his phone started ringing, it was Grey. Joan’s husband “What does this Motherfucker want this time?” He groaned before picking up his phone and answering the call

“I do extensive workouts. This is my wife, Shadow, and my associates, Lyon and Zack, and you’ve met Duke.” “Yeah. I saw Lyon earlier at the crime scene.” “Please, have a seat.” Califf motioned. “I’m good. I wanna speak to you in private. If you don’t mind.” “Is it okay if my wife stays?” “Of course.” Califf nodded at Lyon. Zack and Duke left, and Lyon followed, closing the door behind them. Once we were alone with the sheriff, Califf said, “I heard what happened outside my property.” “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” The sheriff began, making me swallow. “I know what you are.”

His gaze rested mostly on Kat. “OK,” she answered. “So, let’s get on with it, right?” Dallas’ blue eyes were hard. “We called you in to tell you that Sully and Cordelia have found a way to make sure that Michael Ferguson goes to jail for a long, long time.” Kat set her water glass down on the table with a crash. “They – what?” “Uh-huh. Turns out, the sheriff is pretty heavily involved in some drug trafficking.” Jim cursed under his breath. “God, this guy’s a dickhead.”

I hoped he suffered! “Sheriff,” I huffed, crossing my arms in front of me and leaned against the door frame, making sure it was open enough for Steel to get a good shot. “How may I help you this morning? Any closer to finding out who attacked me? Oh, wait! That was you, so why are you here?” He looked annoyed but bit back whatever remark he was about to snap at me. “It’s about your friend, Grace Carlson,” he stated calmly, his eyes scanning me for my reaction; typical cop move! “Has she contacted you lately?”

Craig phoned Alrick as the Sheriff and his people left. Rachel claimed that they’d take care of the investigation. The sheriff needed to report to the State police who they’d resource and people in. Those people could cover up the breaches. Alrick knew he’d have to tell Jessie about the lab breach investigation. The sheriff or state police may still interview them. She’s not prepared for an interview. By now, they’re driving to the mine. “Jessie, babe, I got a message from Craig. I want to tell you about it. But you must promise me you will listen and not panic.” Jessie’s eyes left the road ahead of them. Once her delicate features looked at him.

“Never mind. Here, give me your number.” Callie waited for Anna to input her number into her phone then proceeded to call the number. “That’s me. Save my number and be sure to report anything you find suspicious to me.” With a determined nod, Anna replied, “You can count on me.” Callie nodded and thanked the caretaker. Right now, she didn’t have a choice but to trust her. She needed eyes and ears inside the shelter. Back inside the car, Callie stared at Raleigh, confused at his sudden mood change.

Grabbing my car keys, I dial the local sheriff's number. "Mr Chadwick, good to hear from you again....." "Save your pleasantries, my wife has been kidnapped. You and your men should better search the hunt for her else the streets of Atlanta will flow with blood."

"Who?" “His name is Lake. Do you know him?” Darian and Reed's eyes met in shock. Reed's fingers tightened around the phone as he exhaled sharply. “Yeah… I know who he is.” He forced a casual tone. “It’s fine, Sheriff. Send them over.” The call ended, and Reed’s nostrils flared as he shoved the phone into his pocket, his voice low with disbelief. "He fucking called the cops?"

He shamefully knew the details of her body, a birthmark on her left breast and a red scar on her abdomen, reminding him of the exploitation he had taken part in. Sheriff Tanner deliberately raised his voice slightly for others in the room to hear. “I’ve never seen this one before,” he remarked, seeking to create an impression. A diligent young deputy stepped forward, closing his notebook with a sense of accomplishment. “Her name is Carol Partridge. She just turned seventeen and lived with her grandmother in Valley Mills. No other family left,” he reported. “Such a shame, so young,” Sheriff Tanner feigned sorrow, awkwardly turning to Sheriff Gilbert and leaving the young deputy alone. His ton

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.