Sheriff Callie Peck Novels & Stories

My thumb hovered over the screen as I was about to dial his number, but then the phone rang in my hand. I froze for a second, the call displaying a familiar name. The police officer. I quickly answered, almost breathless. “Sebastian,” his voice came through. “You see the news?” I let out a shaky laugh, unable to contain the relief in my voice. “Yeah, I saw it. She’s alive. Callie’s alive.” I shook my head, still in disbelief. “I was just about to call you, actually.” There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a deep exhale. “We need to move quickly. I’m heading to the station. You should too. We’ll need to talk about everything that went down.”

The girl they failed to find. She told them to track her location using her phone number, and in 40 minutes, the girls were found. Amongst the police officers who rescued them was Sylvester, Calista’s coach. Then, he came clean and reintroduced himself as Agent Sylvester Peckham, bewildering Calista. Just before Sylvester Peckham became Chief Director of the CIA secret services, he was an undercover agent as Sylvester, a boxer and a fitness coach. He was trying to infiltrate and expose the same child trafficking ring Callie had exposed. And she did it so easily and flawlessly.

The tall, dark haired officer says. The shorter, African American one beside him introduces himself. “I'm Sheriff Marty Tibbins. This is officer Ayden Scott. I'm looking for Calista Harlow.” “That's me.” “May I come in and speak to you?” The sheriff asks me politely. “Yes, sir. Please come on in.” I open the door wider, gesturing them in. The come into the house and I lead them to the living room. Wyatt sees them and gets out of the floor, coming to stand beside me, taking my hand in his.

She kicked his legs, but Perci only laughed at her violent reaction. At the back of her mind, 'What a crazy bastard! He ignored me before, and now he wants me back? Come on. He ain't a joker, but he is making me laugh with his autistic prank.' "Let go of me, or I'll report you to the Sheriff," I warned. Cali took her phone from her bag. She's about to dial if only Perci had not snatched it from her. "Give it back to me," she added while trying to snatch it back.

Good night…" - At the edge of the old town, Frank ran headlong into Jouri Yelin and the woman she had asked him to save. "You didn't save me directly, but I have to thank you!" Clearly unscathed, the woman strode up, offering a handshake. Frank took it. "It's really nothing. It's because Jouri asked." The woman smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Callie Wright. I won't lie—my superior Raven Moran is Ken Zacek's superior too, but you have to trust me when I say she didn't want to attack you. Ken wasn't acting under her orders."

“Jace…they will.” “So? What if they do, they won’t say anything…because they can’t handle the truth. So they’ll play along.” Callie seems to regather her senses after the shower, her confident attitude returning as she dresses in a red dress, which large hoop gold earrings and matching golden sandal shoes. “Feeling better?” I ask out as she places the finishing touches to her makeup in the mirror. “Yes, much.” She smiles out to me, as I place the smart dinner jacket on…pulling my white shirt cuffs