Sheriff Keller Riverdale 소설 & 이야기

"Sheriff , how is the case going?," I asked the Sheriff. "It's going great, Kellerman," what are you doing here Kellerman?," the Sheriff asked."No, it's nothing, I'm just here to ensure that justice is well served because that guy was my employee and so I'm here to give my statement on alleged assault, battery and kidnapping," I told the sheriff.

Detective Rivera panicked on the other end of the phone. "Adrea, Kelsey would like to see you, come over immediately," the intruder commanded. "Yes sir," Detective Rivera replied promptly. The world stopped spinning. What the actual fuck was going on?

He looks much more relaxed now that he is done with his courses and his received praise on his dissertation. “Where’s my best buddy?” He grins and takes Dillon out of the stroller so he can hold him while we eat. “Hey, I thought I was your best buddy?” I give him an exaggerated pout. “I had to replace you, Kell.” He makes a face at Dillon, making the baby laugh at his antics. “You don’t laugh at my funny faces.” When the waitress comes back with our coffee, my cell phone rings. “There’s no way Zara’s done this quick.” The caller ID shows the caller is from the university campus. “Hello, this is Keller Marshall.”

He didn't move away, but his breathing became shallow. ​"We are live in three, two..." Helen signaled. ​The face of a well-known sports anchor appeared on the digital monitor in front of us. ​"We are breaking live to the Kendrick mountain estate," the anchor’s voice boomed through the speakers. "Chicago Iron captain Rhys Keller is on the line with his new fiancée, Sasha Miller. Rhys, the hockey world is in absolute shock. Walk us through this sudden announcement." ​Rhys forced a calm, measured smile onto his face. The transformation was immediate; his aggressive training persona disappeared, replaced by the charming, media-trained franchise star.

He was a little nervous. "Yes. I'm sure this could be a deterrent," Summer nodded confidently. "And safe?" Summer repeated her head movement. "Take it easy, River. Everything is fine. Look at how many people are around us. Could they all be defeated by one person?" River puffed out his cheek. "Okay. I'll try to stay calm, even though this is very stressful." Suddenly, a door opened. Seeing two police officers come carrying Kendrick, River's breath hitched. His sitting position became tense.

Adrien and I stood across from him, our presence looming. “You sent for us, Sheriff,” I said to him, as if he didn't know. “Sit, please,” he said. “We’re listening,” I said as soon as we sat. Sheriff Grayson swallowed hard, avoiding our gaze. “I know who tried to kill Rochelle,” he said finally. Adrien leaned forward, his voice sharp. “Who is the fucking idiot?.” The Sheriff looked down, his shame evident. “It was Delight,” he admitted. The room went still.

He’d just picked up the phone when the main door opened again, and the Beta of a local pack entered, holding several papers in his hand. “Hey Sheriff. Glad I caught you and not someone else. I need to report a rather disturbing incident. We have it handled…” the Beta stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Kiera in the corner. Soaked to the bone and covered in mud, debris, and blood.

Charlie blinked. “Sir?” River glanced over his shoulder. “Her date. Name. Family. Anything I should know.” Charlie cleared his throat. “Caleb,” he said. “Last name Miller. Junior. Football team. No priors. Average grades. Parents divorced. Lives with his mom.” River turned fully now, eyebrow lifting. “You already ran him.” “It was relevant,” Charlie said evenly. River huffed a quiet laugh and returned to his desk. “Good work.” He tapped the tablet once, then looked up again. “And you?”

EPISODE 1: PROLOGUE Riverdale High, a prestigious academy nestled in the heart of the town, was a place where kids were transformed into their best versions. The school's imposing structure was a blend of modern and ancient architecture, with sprawling gardens and mysterious statues that seemed to hold secrets of their own. My parents, John and Rita, were among the founding members of this esteemed institution, and their legacy destined me to follow in their footsteps.

He looked up the moment we entered. His golden gaze landed on me. There was relief—like a wound closing. “Close the door,” he said, voice firm but gentle. Lydia slipped it shut behind us. Xander turned to me. “Reya. Thank you for coming.” I said nothing. My eyes flicked to the maps—detailing Riverdale’s borders and Mooncrest’s lines. Intersecting. Tensions. “Chloe,” Xander began, voice low, “announced she’ll lead the Riverdale ward tonight.