Novel & Cerita Sheriff Keller Riverdale

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.

Then she kissed Alex on the cheek. “Would you look at that,” Kelly remarked, shaking her head as she watched the large LCD television across the room. Everyone turned to look at the TV. On the screen was a mug shot of Kyle Shore and Michael Marcelo. Then it cut to a pretty journalist with a microphone. She was in front of the courthouse.

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?”

He shook his head lightly and said, "You're not going to like this one bit, Kiera. Brace yourself." "What does that mean?" she asked him with wide eyes. "What's that supposed to mean? What are you talking about?" "There's someone on the phone. They want to talk to you about something. Just answer the phone." Kiera pressed the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Kiera Rogers?" a man said. "This is Sheriff Williams. I have some information for you although I don't think you'll like it. I also want to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you."

- The landline rings, shaking River out of his mental ramble as he rummages through emails on his laptop. He stands, then walks towards the table to pick up the phone and glances at the number on the screen, baffled by the thought of who could be calling. “Hello?” River rests the phone against his ear, unaware that his day was about to change. “Hello, Mr. Kennedi, this is Grace Keller from Black & Co.” the woman’s voice chirps on the other end of the line, and River’s brows scrunch up in limpid bafflement.

"……with the killer still unknown and running wild, why does it look like the police is doing nothing about it? The town is in total unrest" "right? A picture of the proposed killer with just his back view on the front page of every newspaper, sounds like a joke to me!" "Riverdale's local police gets a chance to prove itself and this is all they've got? pathetic I tell ya" "Who's in charge of the case again? Detective Rom----"

It felt more like he was scared of something Killian might have known… As soon as the lecture ended, Killian was swallowed by a crowd of businessmen eager to talk to Blair Digital's CEO, while I used that moment to find a quiet corner and do a little bit of research on Ryder Phillips. The first that popped up were the things I had already known. Ryder Phillips was the son of former District Attorney Maverick Phillips. Ryder had a year older brother, Riley Phillips, who also went to Flower Hills Private High School.

"Let's go, Mrs. Green." Were about to leave when Damien received a call. He answered it and looked at me. “Yes, Duncan?” His forehead creased and he stared at me, shocked. “Rad Keller is…dead?”

On top of that, he was friends with Khloe and Nick, which suggested a solid character. By chance, Michelle and Ralph had started chatting. Michelle's friends happened to attend the same university as Ralph, and soon they were laughing and talking as if old friends. Mrs. Keller watched the two of them and felt her hopes rising—there was potential here. She quietly tugged on her husband's sleeve. Mr. Keller caught on and discreetly called Khloe aside. "Is Ralph single?" "I'm not sure, we'll have to ask him…" Hearing Mr. Keller inquire about Ralph's personal life, Khloe immediately understood their intentions.

“Ruben, is it?” Ruben didn’t reply. “Yes, I’m sure of it,” Keller said. “Ruben Ramirez. I remember you. You were an associate of Damon Sharpe’s.” Keller smacked his gloved hands together. “It’s a small world sometimes, isn’t it?” The smile on Keller’s lips evaporated. “It’s too dark in here for my liking. Turn around slowly and come out of the cave, Mr. Ramirez. If you try anything, Javier here will gun you down without blinking twice. Hell, without blinking once, probably. Isn’t that right, Javier?”