Sheriff Graham Humbert Novels & Stories

"Mornin', Sheriff," "Good mornin' to you." Mitch unlocked the door. "You're the main topic of conversation all over town." Tom followed Mitch into his office. "Why? What are they saying?" Mitch sat at his desk and opened his laptop. "Well, you've wowed them with the arrest of a Most Wanted FBI agent-gone-bad as well as removed Damien from a life of crime. They're quite pleased with your work." "They are, huh? I hope I don't have to remind them about this come election time." Mitch leaned back and plopped his boots onto the corner of his desk.

"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

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

I request. It takes her a moment to find the right buttons, but when she does the TV flares to life. Senator Grayson stands next to a police chief. It isn't O’Malley. The breaking news announcement on the bottom of the screen says this is happening in my old town. Grayson is in Michigan for this reveal. “... These photos are being looked at for federal and state crimes,” Grayson announces. “This kind of thing cannot stand in our country. As a leader, I am putting my own money down for a reward on more information.”

“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.

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."

“Good afternoon students of Lockwood high, as you all know I'm the sheriff of this peaceful town. But the past few days haven’t been so peaceful... The FBI sent us these skilled men to do some investigations and restore order to this town. If you see anything strange, report it to them and they will handle it.” The men with briefcases approached the podium as the sheriff finished speaking. One of them had a huge scar on his face, and his whole hair was gray. “My name is Jonathan Gordon, but you can call us Jericho,” he said as he gestured toward the men beside him. Jessica gasped as she heard “Jericho,” and she tightened her grip on my arm.