Sheriff Tom Tate Novels & Stories

I’d gotten good at talking to them over the last few months, managing everything from domestic violence situations to stuff like this, but transfers always went cleaner when we didn’t have to grapple with them. Finally, I pulled up to the front of the red building Cat had described. Two squad cars with their lights on blocked the road, and I could see a couple of uniformed officers talking to Tom at the door. My heart skipped a beat. He stood unsupported, but bright red blood covered his white shirt. I parked the van and tried to saunter up as casually as I could with my heart in my throat. One of the officers eyed me. “And you are?” Tom put a hand on the man’s arm. “She’s the local women’s

“You heard it here first. That's Sheriff Black promising a conference some time next week. Lisa Fisher, reporting for Channel 4.” Meanwhile, Celeste was sitting in the Sheriff's Office with her eyes closed as she strolled down memory lane. When she learned of Tomas's death, it hurt her to the core. She wanted to reach out to Dominic, but she was scared. She wondered who was the new sheriff now. With everything that had happened, she forgot to ask her mother his name. Her mom had been vocal about how handsome and hot he was. But she bet he was not as good as Tomas. Her views caught the picture above the file cabinet. “Why is this picture still here?” She asked after she recognized a photo of

If you don't know these things, then you're not welcome here, and it's definite that you might not live this underground alive. "One of our boys was caught by the police some hours ago," Tom mutters, and I groan, throwing my head back. "Just call the sheriff," I mutter and Tom blinks repeatedly. I can tell from that blink that something else has gone wrong. "Well… the sheriff is getting transferred," he replies and I groan loudly, slamming my fist on the table. The lady behind me flinches, and the glass she is holding falls from her hand. I crane my head and stare at those terrified amber eyes.

Or one of those Lifetime movies Georgina used to like so much. He should have been doing anything but driving his classic 1987 Grand National T-Type at seventy-plus miles per hour on the slick tarmacadam of Route 21 South while being chased by two sheriff’s deputies in a couple of Ford Explorers. But such was the life of a criminal who dipped his wick in the territory run by Major Tommy Dufresne—whose day job was running the St. Dismas Parish Sheriff’s Department.

"Are you alright?," Tommy asked Lucifer who adverted his gaze from Alexa. His usual taunting smirk settled on his perfect face. "Just peachy," He told, "What can I help you with Mr?" "Tommy, just Tommy, I'm the deputy sheriff of this town,"

“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?”

Tom sat back down and faced him. "Quite the charmer." He said with tight lips. "Techy girl seems to think you're safe enough to release in the populous." He leaned forward. His cold blue eyes sent chills down Tom's spine. "Don't cause any problems." Tom nodded gratefully, trying to keep the smile from spreading all over his face. He was finally going to be a part of something. "What did you used to do?" He asked. "I was a guard," Tom said. "Good." The man leaned back in his chair and smiled, this time it was more comforting. "Ever shot a projectile weapon?"

"Not even a little. It would serve him right. So, who is he?" "Tom is an operative," he explained. "He's not here to watch you or Duke. He's investigating the hunters and the recent supernatural incidents around campus." I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was comforting to know that Duke had a chance for romance if that's what he wanted. "I made it clear what would happen to him if he was lying and Duke ended up hurt. He seems like a rather upright guy, and he's infatuated with Duke… You should have heard him start gushing about his date plans with Duke."

Only with more clothes on. “Ah you mean Sergeant,” said the officer, picking up the phone on his desk and calling Tom’s number. “There’s a woman here to see you Sarge.” A few minutes later Tom arrived at the front desk to greet Brandi. Tom was a big man, a few inches over six feet with a bulky build. Perhaps a little overweight, but in reasonable shape. He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty.

To be safe, I better keep my guard up just in case. The responsible party for Mom's temporary happiness is some guy named Tom who also happens to be a big tipper. Apparently, right after Mom started her new waitressing job he became one of her regulars and "totally digs" her first name. Especially the way she spells Daisee with a double E because "it's just about the cutest thing he's ever seen." Barf.