Sheriff Tom Tate Novels & Stories

“Okay, okay… You want the whole sordid tale? I’m gonna tell you, but you won’t like it.” I watched the officers bring out their tape recorders, hoping to catch whatever he said. Mr. Patrick did the same thing, nodding along with the others. This would be substantial evidence. My hands shook, and my legs trembled as I sat back in my chair, waiting for him to start. Taking in a deep breath, Tom began talking. He recounted everything, starting with the day she called months ago. So, she'd been planning this frame-up for a while? Bile rose in my throat.

He's got a casual smirk on his face as he uncrosses his ankle and stands up straight, adjusting his jacket. The officers are at my back as I march up to the man. I'm pretty sure he can feel my anxiety from there. But the bastard is the one person who can give me any relief right now. "What do you know?" I demand. Tate shrugs his shoulders and hands over a key card. "All I know is the bitch looked like she finally hit whatever jackpot she was aiming for. Some jerk had a poor girl slung over his shoulders-" then he freezes. "Let me guess, she's your girl?"

"Is that right? I understood that there were scores of reports coming in about what had been going on there. Half the staff under arrest. The other half missing. That kind of thing. I'd have thought that amount of trouble would have been enough to keep the.... City police.... very busy." "You seem very well-informed Mr Patricks," drawls the officer. "Just what I've read in the papers." A figure crosses the yard to join Tom. Neatly dressed in a clean sweater and jeans, hair freshly trimmed, she stands next to him. Tom curses under his breath then lays an arm across her shoulder. The cop's eyes, even through the dark glasses, settle on the girl. "And who's this then?" "My sister, Katy. I look

“Yeah, well, the new school John’s foundation financed opens next week. Daughter’s coming for the grand opening. You know I wouldn’t ask you to take this on if it wasn’t important. I lost four of my more experienced guys, including Scottie, in the days following Patterson’s murder. After what happened to him, Al Collins contacted me. He wants Titanium to take care of the daughter’s security while she’s here.” Hunter rubbed at the ache that was beginning to form between his eyes. Al was an influential politician and had been a close friend of Patterson’s. He and Tom went way back, had served in the first Gulf War when they were in the SEAL Teams together. Made sense that he’d reach out to Tom

"Mornin', Sheriff," "Good mornin' to you." Mitch unlocked the door. "You're the main topic of conversation all over town." Tom followed Mitch into his office. "Why? What are they saying?" Mitch sat at his desk and opened his laptop. "Well, you've wowed them with the arrest of a Most Wanted FBI agent-gone-bad as well as removed Damien from a life of crime. They're quite pleased with your work." "They are, huh? I hope I don't have to remind them about this come election time." Mitch leaned back and plopped his boots onto the corner of his desk.

“Let him come in.” The sheriff walked in, in uniform, with a hat and an envelope in his grasp. He was medium built in his thirties, blond with brown eyes. “I’m Sheriff Carter Wade.” He offered a handshake. “Califf Stone.” My mate gripped his hand. “You have a pretty strong grip there, Mister Stone,” the sheriff said confidently. His heartbeat, on the other hand, beat so fast. “I do extensive workouts. This is my wife, Shadow, and my associates, Lyon and Zack, and you’ve met Duke.”

DAMIEN POV We pull up to the low brick building on Whitehead Street. The parking lot is nearly empty. A single cruiser sits under the glow of a streetlamp. Marcus parks in the shadows. I step out and walk straight to the side entrance. The night desk sergeant looks up, recognizes me, and suddenly finds his keyboard fascinating. He does not speak, just buzzes the door open. Sheriff Harlan Tate waits in his office at the end of the hall. The door is half open and light spills out from a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. I push the door wider and step inside without knocking.

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

His methodical ways had the truck unpacked and in the house in almost no time. "I just realized I didn't actually introduce myself when we first met," he said to me as he lifted the last box from the truck. Grace and Avery had gone inside to get more lemonade and cookies ready. "I'm Matt Grinswald. I'm the sheriff here in town." "Nice to meet you, Sheriff Matt," I answered with a grin. He laughed and hoisted the box onto his shoulder. Despite the limp, he carried the heavy boxes with ease. "Your sister says you race sailboats?"

He nodded towards the door. Jess knocked. “Come in.” Shouted the sheriff from the other side. She walked in and he gestured to give him a minute. She sat on the chair across from him and just listened to the one side of the conversation. “I want all of Belton, Clevlock, and Destor county looking for this guy. He’s a serial rapist, kidnapper and murder. This is everyone’s top priority do you understand me? I want this son of a bitch off the streets. Call me back if you find anything.” He hung up the phone and put his head in his hands. He dragged them down to his beard and leaned back in a stretch. Placing one arm on the arm of his chair and a fist to his mouth he looked at Jess throug