Sheriff Graham Humbert Novels & Stories

Carter smirked, showing me his phone. “We have him lured into our trap, for now” Carter said, his tone calmer than his usual excited one, a more devious one taking over it “Natasha is doing her job well with keeping him coming, but we will need a little more than just a few girls at a hooker bar”

She had a wistful look on her face as she slipped out of the car. "I should never have let anything happen between us," I thought as I put my car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. I felt like a creep for hurting Jenna, but there wasn't much I could do about it now. When I got home, Richard and a big, bulky man wearing a dark gray suit and a crew cut were sitting at my kitchen table, drinking coffee. "I was just about to page you," Richard said when I walked in. He nodded at the other man. "This is Lieutenant Greg Harkins, he heads up the drug task force for the James County Sheriff's Department."

That might be sooner than we think. Abel Hayes is now the sheriff of Dusty Creek. Yes, the Abel Hayes. Colton’s dad. He won the election by a landslide so dramatic it might’ve made Bastillo consider entering witness protection. I’m not even exaggerating—he got zero votes. Not a single soul trusted him after everything. Which, honestly, good. The man had it coming. With Abel in charge, Dusty Creek has a shot at becoming something special again.

I asked him, noticing his hesitation as his eyes darted between Sharma and me. "You mean that psychopath of a butler? The bald-headed assassin?" Sharma's words took me by surprise, and her apparent anger was hard to ignore. "Yeah, your butler wasn't who you thought he was. He attacked me last night and tried to kill me. Can you believe that?" She chuckled, leaving me baffled as I turned to Ryan, expecting an explanation. "She is right, Alpha Hawthorne," Ryan confirmed, echoing Sharma's allegations. Despite the evidence presented, I found it difficult to believe what I was hearing.