Sheriff Graham Humbert Novels & Stories

"He sent the videos to you too." "Among others. The FBI, the district attorney's office, and several major donors." Patricia hands Brett an official document. "Congratulations, Mr. Graham. You're now under investigation for human trafficking." The room spins around me. Human trafficking. The words echo in my head as I watch Brett's world crumble in real time. "Get out," Patricia orders. "Both of you. Security will escort you from the building." As we're led toward the elevator, Brett's phone buzzes with an alert. Channel 7's breaking news banner flashes across his screen:

I gasped and my eyes almost fell out of my socket when I saw who it was “You've been up to no good” he said flashing a smile and taking the seat that was brought out for him It was Grayson Axel, the current governor of Arizona. The same person that was under investigation for an impeachment. The same person I was so desperately trying to get evidence on to speed up the impeachment process I had never been this close to him except for the time I interviewed him “I guess by the looks on your face, you know who I am?” he chuckled “What do you want?” I asked him

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!”

But his answer surprises me. "We need to find him then. If we do, than we could have a complete monopoly over this!" Grayson exclaimed, getting more and more excited by his own words. I could see it in the way his eyes glinted with life. I had my doubts, though. "But who knows where he could be. Any Pack could be accommodating his lying ass." My spiteful words make Grayson laugh, despite the impending political issue. "We will find him, and when we do-"

She didn't speak and my hands itched with the killing intent that was beginning to rise within me. Sawyer Graham, SCU picciotti ten years ago. He joined out of obligation when his brother Ashton Graham died. My investigations showed me that he specializes in prostitution, is a pimp, and runs a gambling ring out of his house. He has problems with alcohol, he is quite friendly, according to what I investigated. Who now kisses her niece's neck and she doesn't say anything. "I missed you so much, sweetie" both hands run over her buttocks and she squeezes them making my teeth gnash.

Mark watched as Michael Ferguson drove towards him. Luckily, there was only one road away from the Halloway farm, so guessing this asshole’s choice of direction hadn’t been a big challenge. No, the challenge was yet to come. Mark’s large body tensed up as he prepared to make contact with a man that, until now, he’d only encountered on paper; God knows, that man had been bad enough. Ferguson was the Sheriff of Foxburg Falls, Oregon, a former Marine, a high school football hero. He was also a sick, twisted fuck who raped and beat up women in his hometown, and then used his badge to intimidate them into silence.

Robert Griffin to case closed files. As Sheriff Jeff opened the letter handed over to him, he saw that the Sheriff taking over from him was Sheriff Stone Stanley. He located him and handed to him every necessary thing he would need to report to the New City Police Department with the words, "I believe, Sheriff Stone, that it is important that I tell you some of the tips you would need to succeed in your new place of assignment. To succeed in New City, you need to know and work with a man called Mr. Robert Griffin whose son is the mayor of the community. He is a good man and lover of the people, a philanthropist, and the people listen to him. He is a nice man if you understand and work with h

“It couldn't have been tampered with. You can’t just brush this off.” Sheriff Grayson crossed his arms, leaning against the desk with an air of authority. “Look, I don’t believe in ghosts. If the first autopsy says she’s dead, then she’s dead. The state can’t afford to waste resources on some wild goose chase. You need to accept it.”

His hold on the man must tighten because he lets out a low whimper. “Everything okay here, Graham?” Sheriff Kent asks. The man looks relieved that the sheriff is here—as if that would stop Graham. “This asshole thinks he can touch women any way he wants.” Kent narrows his eyes on the guy. “I’ve got it from here,” he tells Graham.

Some ladies were practically drinking them with their eyes. "Hi Graham," Harriet greeted, and Charlotte noticed Graham nod at her. Then, Graham looked past Harriet and met Charlotte's eyes. Graham was Liam's cousin, the CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation. His eyes shone at the sight of her, and he called, "Charlotte! What a surprise!" Heads snapped in her direction, and women gave her a dirty look. Charlotte saw the frown on Harriet's face, but she ignored the stares and walked through the crowd of reporters with confidence.