Sheriff Keller Riverdale Novels & Stories

"Shoot me." Julian's hands trembled as if a battle raged within him. Ralph seized the opportunity in his moment of doubt to step instinctively between Silvia and Julian, shielding her with his own body. "Put it down, Julian. It's over." But Julian did not move. Then, from the corridor behind them, came the sound of thundering footsteps. Keller, the private investigator Mr. Davies had hired, had arrived with uniformed officers, his arrival an unheard witness to Rebecca's collapsing conspiracy. The unseen hand had finally arrived.

My voice came out smaller than I intended. Harris hovered nearby, watching our exchange with mild interest. Lee appeared from a side door, tablet in hand, her sharp eyes flicking between us. “Mr. Keller,” Lee said. “You know Miss Keller?” “She’s my daughter.” He said it flatly. He wasn't proud of it, for him it was something to be managed. The detectives exchanged a look I couldn’t read. I wanted to sink into the plastic chair, through the floor, into the earth. Raymond gestured to a corner. “A word.”

“Just talk less and watch with your eyes. In this era, we won’t be seeing any brawls. This is a serious conference.” Many people were chatting non-stop outside the ancient theatre building at this moment. Among them, some people mentioned the big event that happened the day before yesterday. “I heard that Master Cecil Dane of the South River District has been offed by someone?” “You just heard about it? This incident has already caused a lot of commotion. It was done by Mr. Clarke of Riverdale! It was amazing! All his people and even his lair have been taken out!” “Who is this Mr. Clarke of Riverdale? I’ve never heard of him. I’ve only heard of Theo Zander.”

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

CHAPTER SEVEN- THE KISS A growl escaped Killian’s lips as he closed in on the couple obliviously dancing to the sound of the lively music. “Kendra!” Well, he’ll be damned. Of all the wolves present at the gathering that his Beta could have danced with, she had to go and pick the one that he hated most, Tyrone Riverdale. Alpha of the Riverdale Pack, who took great delight in causing mischief and encouraging excessive violence among his wolves.

Cole I leaned back in my office chair and sighed, setting aside one of the files. It had been a long morning… meetings, calls, reports. I was halfway through reading a report when a firm knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I said, not looking up. “Cole.” I looked up and nodded. “Xavier. What is it?” He closed the door behind him and walked toward my desk. “There’s a little issue at the new construction site in Riverdale,” he began. “The indigenes living near the site are protesting again. They’re saying our work is affecting their water source and farmland.”

It was barely audible. River’s hands wrapped around my arms and pulled my hands away from my face. I had no choice but to look into his eyes as he knelt between my legs. “Do you have any idea how unprofessional it is? He could do that to anyone, Dallas,” he said softly. “You don't want him doing it worse to someone else, do you?” I sighed and shook my head. River stood up and grabbed the house phone. River got on the phone with the police department.

Tyr was speechless. “Hubby, don’t lie to me. You can’t keep something like this from me,” Winifred insisted. “Carson Yorke is Prime City’s Southriver King, an invincible prominent figure of the entire Riverdale Province. He’s… dead.” Winifred’s whole body was trembling as she spoke. “And he was killed by you.” So, Winifred had heard everything from behind. But even if she hadn’t, with her current position as president of Autumn Field Group, she would only have to ask around to get answers.

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.