Sheriff Tate Novels & Stories

“It’s what else he would do to her that worries me the most.” “Don’t think like that, man.” There are a million thoughts running through my head, and none of them are good; they terrify the shit out of me. I will cut every goddamn finger off and feed it to his dogs if he so much as touches her. After hours of driving, we finally get to the town. I turn to Nathan, “Just heads up, she is gorgeous but lethal.” “Is the Sheriff a woman?” he asks, surprised. “Yes, don’t underestimate her.”

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

I asked in spite of myself. Vincent smiled, knowing he had my full attention now. “Tate was in jail too but he got out early. They couldn't pin much on him. He hadn't been an integral part of the ring and he must've been very well behaved in the slammer. Got out very early on parole. I wouldn't say he's doing well for himself now but you know, could've been worse." He shrugged and folded his arm. I nodded, "And the old man is still in there? In jail?”

Richard sighed deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose like I was some stubborn child. "Listen," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "I'm not the Don. I don't call the shots. But you and I both know how heartless he can be. Honestly, I'm surprised you're still alive. Eve's wrath is no joke. If I drop you off somewhere, she’ll find you, and you’ll be dead by morning. Tate is the only one who can protect you now." he said and i knew he made a lot of sense , something told me he knew deeper about EVE wrath but , i couldn't figure out what he knew.

Shane said, just as he pulled the gun from my back and held it against the side of my head. Well crap, that didn’t work at all. My gaze went to Tate and swore I saw anger flash over his face, but it was quickly replaced with something I couldn’t recognize. Just as I thought I royally screwed things us and just made things move along faster, I saw the barrier that covered Jarod, Eric, Ryan, and a guard drop. I let out a breath when I heard Shane pull back the trigger and nothing happened. “Come to me.” Tate said, his voice firm in my head.

The line goes quiet except for his uneven breathing. “Sir, I can’t just—” “Yes you can and you will before you are left without a job,” I roar into the phone. “Mr. Cross, my apologies but this is beyond me. I do not have the authority to do that. I'm just supervising the officers in the group. You'll have to take it up with the Sheriff himself,” he says in a quiet voice. The Sheriff. Chief Tate is someone I'm quite familiar with. “Okay, thank you, Deputy Chief Ramirez. I look forward to working with you. And where do you think I'll find the chief?”

The tall, dark haired officer says. The shorter, African American one beside him introduces himself. “I'm Sheriff Marty Tibbins. This is officer Ayden Scott. I'm looking for Calista Harlow.” “That's me.” “May I come in and speak to you?” The sheriff asks me politely. “Yes, sir. Please come on in.” I open the door wider, gesturing them in. The come into the house and I lead them to the living room. Wyatt sees them and gets out of the floor, coming to stand beside me, taking my hand in his.

“Fine. We’ll talk to the officer.” I stood first. “Good. Let’s go now.” We got to the police station. A bored-looking officer at the front desk raised an eyebrow when we approached. Ryder stepped forward. “We want to speak to the officer who handled the Dante Monroe case ten years ago. Um.. His name.. Tate? The officer blinked, surprised. “Tate Lawson?” “Yes, Tate Lawson,” Ryder repeated. The man blinked, almost confused, then said, “What do you want to see him for?”

That was not just because he was loyal to Sean, right? “You… Are you…” ‘Are you a police officer?’ Yvette dared not say this out loud. Tate looked at her quietly. His expression was still calm as he said, “Ms. Quimbey, enjoy your dinner. I believe that you’ll get what you want one day.” After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave. Yvette stood up excitedly and subconsciously tugged on his clothes. “Are you… Are you…?” Tears welled up in her eyes.

Not his family business. He’s a killer, he told me as much. But no real detail. Would he have really robbed me of more time with Skip to collect a paycheck? No, no I can’t believe it. There’s more to it, but he needs to talk. I deserve real answers. “Talk to me baby,” Tate says, his big warm hands holding my cheeks. I sniffle, and we move to the couch. He holds me and I break down. “There’s stuff I haven’t told you either. I’m no saint Tate, I doubt any of us are,” I say, as he rubs my back.