Sheriff Graham Humbert Novels & Stories

Dean asked, and all three men looked up to hear my answer. "Samantha's doing fine. She's agreed not to press charges," I stated. I heard a low sigh of relief come from the cell. "May I talk with Robbie?" "Yes, ma'am, you may. Dean and I here just have a few more things to fill out before you three can get on your way." The sheriff gave me a friendly smile. He stood up carefully from the stool behind the desk, limping as he walked to the back cage. As he fit the key into the lock, I glanced at his name tape. Grinswald. I wondered if it was the same Matt Grinswald that was on the beach with Dean and me. I almost asked, but I could wait until after talking to Robbie.

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.

Come in” Hardin exhaled, for a second there he could feel his chest tightening, it’s not actually his fault their daughter died but it’s his duty as their sheriff to make sure people feel safe in their own town. So one man who happens to have money at the tip of his fingers doesn’t need to be washing his mouth all over his body, as the sheriff he deserves respect and as long as he wears the motherfucking badge he must get it. Officer Perry walked in holding a brown envelope, he walked towards the desk

Three hours earlier she had been in the suite at the Obsidian Ace, watching her phone and waiting, when the elevator opened and two uniforms stepped out with Sheriff Bobby Burnham behind them. Pam had frozen beside her for exactly three seconds. The longest Brigail had ever seen her go still. "Brigail Havens," Burnham had said, producing a folded paper from his jacket. "You are under arrest for the murder of Lussier Jimmypson, also known as Longshadow." The handcuffs were cold. The Miranda rights took forty-five seconds. Pam was still in the elevator when the doors slid shut and Brigail was walked through the lobby with her chin up and both hands behind her back.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

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.

Veronica holds his hand and both the sisters spend the day with him. *** Keith reported right in time to the newly appointed chief of police. “Good morning, sir!” He walked into his office. “Good morning, Officer Keith!” The chief kept the files on his desk. “Please have a seat!” Keith took his seat opposite him. “You must’ve heard about Shane Glazier! He is alive.” The chief said, and Keith nodded in response. “Now that he’s alive. Cynthia Glazier and Ronan Gera’s sentence is reduced!”

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

FRANK “THE SHERIFF” MARSHALL Age: 45 Specialty: Sniper, reconnaissance Current Occupation: Front desk concierge — Grand Regent Hotel Gale Thorne sat at her desk, tapping a fingernail against a mug that had surrendered its heat hours ago. The soft whir of the monitor filled the office as she scrolled to the next file. “FRANK ‘THE SHERIFF’ MARSHALL,” she read, lips lifting in a private smile. “Let’s see what a pink tie’s done to your trigger discipline.”

And these people are acting like a piece of shit! He turned his head slightly and it was Mayor Wellbert and his men. Ah... Could it be that this bastard is the mastermind? Alexander immediately thought in that direction. Apart from Daniel, there is another bastard who most likely wants to hurt his wife. “Mr Grissham, I'm outpaced by you. I didn't know that you cared so much about our historical heritage." Wellbert smiled as he was amazed that Alexander's hands and clothes were full of soot. There were also soot stains on his forehead and face, it was clear that this Mafia leader had just rummaged through the rubble of a building fire.