Sheriff Graham Humbert Novels & Stories

“So, why are you flying to New Mexico?” Sawyer asks, putting his book down. “My client could be charged with crimes here. He confessed to the killing of girl here. I’m going down to request extradition after your case is concluded,” The man says. “I’m a DA. Your boyfriend is Finnley Huck right, Detective?” “Yes,” Sawyer nods. “Whit would be his case.” “He requested leave, it was transferred to his lieutenant. Lieutenant Hummer has the case now. He thinks Whit’s guilt is open and shut. Your boy going to be a problem?” The man smirks.

When at last, all of his fingers were down, the woman begin to smile. “Hi, everyone. Thanks for tuning in to join us tonight. We have a special broadcast announcement. We are at North Western Regional Hospital with our beloved and trusted Sheriff Marty Palmer. Sheriff Palmer has served our community for over fifteen years, acting as sheriff for the last seven and a half yars. He is a pillar in the community and he is the reason that we all sleep peacefully at night.” The woman turns to give him a big smile. “Sheriff Palmer, thank you for being here with us.”

“The good news is that…he's going to be fine!” I exhaled with relief. “Oh thank God! When can we see him?” I asked. “He's resting now but you can sit with him. I think he'll come out of it by tomorrow morning. The GHB messed with his heart but he's gonna be just fine.” Giselle shook her head. “Oh, you fucking bitch. I want her locked up! I don't care, I want her locked up! She tried to kill my brother!” Police arrived a few minutes later. The new sheriff, Bill, was far more professional than Sheriff Wayne who had been caught up in the scandal with Mr. Chadwick.

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

Meanwhile, Grace thought to herself that he probably wouldn't have trusted her so much if it weren't for Xander. Her gaze swept over the people around the table. One of them was a director in the city hall. His name was Paul Harrison, and he had approved several of Amirate's projects. Grace stood up. "Hello, Mr. Harrison. It's been a while." As they were making small talk, a middle-aged man with a tie on came in. He was slightly pudgy, and he made a beeline for Bobby. He was Orson Lexington, the secretary of the attorney general, Chester Hyde. "What a grand scene, Mr. Baxter."

So, he may learn to blend someday. "What bad news do you have to wake me up with, Chief Dylan?" I asked ruthlessly. First, he squeezed his face and then spoke. Did I mean to say he was a bad news? Maybe. After all, my life itself was bad news. "Damien, the sheriff of this pack was killed by a truck driver few minutes ago. News had it that the truck driver escaped and was nowhere to be found. His name was Mr. Rivers." He said exuding the very core of his profession.

I watched as Louis introduced, “For the rest of you, I am Captain Louis Parker from the 18th battalion of the state troopers. To my left is Arnold Kelly, Department of Health and Linda Jones, Child Protective Services. “To my right is Sheriff Tim McCormac, James McGee, Fire Chief and Gerald Oakley, Department of Human Services. I am looking forward to seeing what you have set up here.” I nodded in appreciation, “Thank you, Louis. To the rest of you, please feel free to call me Harley and my husband, Daniel. This is Doctor Martin and this is the house manager, Lori.” Then I turned to Lori, “Lori, would you mind showing us around?”

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Sergeant James Carter was the Sheriff of Greystone. He was good at keeping the town peaceful. But terrible at handling situations when things stopped being peaceful. Whenever something got messy around town…James came running straight to me and the club. Which was funny considering men like him were supposed to pretend they hated men like us. I stood up, stretching the stiffness from my shoulders. “Tell him to wait in the office.” Grim nodded once before stepping out. I grabbed a black shirt from the chair nearby and threw it over my head before dragging on my jeans.

Her gestures were very sincere. The bank presidents enjoyed such top-notch treatment and could not simply remain silent, so they finally revealed that the person who was targeting her had the last name 'Graham'. "President Raines, there's only one powerful Graham I know, and that's the Graham family of South Lake." Sharon turned to the side and whispered in Sydney's ear. Sydney clenched the wine glass in her hand, her bright face icy cold. "It's Macy Graham." She had no conflicts with the Graham family.