Sheriff Riverdale Novels & Stories

“Just tell him I had an accident and let’s make it tomorrow.” “Sir—,” “Julie, Rosalie, Emily, whatever it is. Make it work.” I ended the call, slamming the handset to the base unit. I swear, I heard Mr. Hudson chuckle, but when I looked up—still his lazy expression. I rose to my feet, hung my suit over my shoulders, and grabbed my car key and phone. “Shall we.” He nodded, and we both left my office. ***** “We are in Riverdale,” I notified now, my phone attached to my ear. I stared around the streets of Riverdale.

River suggests. River and I arrive at the diner and, as expected, Sharon Darby is working as a server. Since her shift doesn't start until five in the afternoon, the owner kindly provided us with her home address after River informed them that she is her daughter. We reach the address given to us and River takes a deep breath before stepping out of the jeep. We approach the door of the house we have arrived at. Honestly, it's a decent-looking little house, well-maintained and clean on the outside. River glances at me and smiles as we reach the door. "I suppose I should knock, right?" she asks.

“There’s a sock hanging from the ceiling. A SOCK, dude. Why is it up there? What’s it gripping? What’s it seen?” “Okay, that’s enough,” Jackson says, but there’s the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. He’s still running on adrenaline and threat levels, but River’s chaos cuts through like a flame through fog. “No, seriously,” she goes on, waving her hand dramatically like she’s presenting evidence to a jury. “Who drives a shag wagon filled with expired pudding cups and off-brand tasers?” I clear my throat. “River, babe, you followed HIM into said shag wagon.”

She hugged my left leg and placed her head on my thigh. “Yeah, I know.” “That's true, mum! I almost forgot.” River frowned, sitting on the back of his toes, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face. “What's it?” “I met Mr Dashiell.” My hand which was stretched to pat his hair, and my smile froze at his words. Blinking, I took my hand back, gulping before I asked, “Mr Dashiell? Like Dashiell James?” “Yeah! He visited us in School, though —”

Milli laughed malevolently to herself as she drove straight to City Hall and parked on the side in front of the Sheriff’s Offices. “Hello Ms. Ruby, I need to talk to the sheriff about borrowing your nephew,” Milli began handing the woman a box of carrot cake muffins. She saw Lloyd standing in the office with Sheriff Tanner; they both walked out seeing Milli. Ruby smiled up at her and winked. “Can I help you, Ms. Haywood?” Sheriff Tanner asked in a concerned voice.

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.

But I know what I need to do. “They’re all dead? They can’t hurt me or anyone else ever again,” I ask, as a tear falls down my cheek. A male nods and takes a step forward. “Yes sweetheart. My name is River and I’m the investigations captain for the Shadows. But it wasn’t us who saved you. We got there a bit after, so… we have many questions about who did save you. Also if you know the names of your attackers,” he asks. “Surely it must have been the pack? Maybe their patrol that saved me,” I say, shrugging. He shakes his head.

She never liked his mattress. As much as she wanted that hot bath, however, she needed some coffee first after the third shift she pulled last night. Nothing happened in Draven Falls to keep her awake during the darkest of night, at least, nothing she could report to the sheriff. Walking into the kitchen, she found herself wondering about her next position as deputy in Bull Creek. Did the sheriff there know about the paranormals in his communities? If he did, Lainie wondered how he kept the laws of the supernatural and the laws of the humans separate? She reached up into the cabinet and pulled out a ceramic mug, recognizing the Everest Paper logo on the outside. Shaking her head, she set the

"Does a place like Bull Creek have authorities?" Noel gave an inward groan at Jake's comment, worried that Wes would take insult to it. She didn't need them to start off any more on the wrong foot than they already were. However, Wes only chuckled. "We have a small sheriff's department. Chet Einstein is the sheriff, and Dimitri's sister, Lainie, is one of his deputies. It's a small office, but to be honest, not much happens in Bull Creek."