Sheriff Tom Tate Novels & Stories

It wasn't my fault, he was just irresistibly attractive. “Well, the former chief of police, chief Tom, was also involved in drug peddling. This new one, David cornerstone, is a hard man. He's very harsh, and that is why learning the ropes is quite hard for him. It's also why it's proving difficult for him to catch a lot of criminals. Because they're are a lot of things in the underground world that he doesn't know.”

As a result of the gunshot, Tom died on the way to the hospital because Tyler accidentally shot a blood vessel in Tom's leg. The judge then ruled that Tom's death was purely an accident, and Tyler was not found guilty of being proven to be protecting witnesses. Tom's body then sent to his grandmother's house in Oil Springs. When Tom's body arrived, his grandmother cried hysterically and repeatedly muttered in disbelief that Tom had died. Whereas she had just talked to Tom with great joy because Tom was on vacation in Hawaii. Harper and Alex couldn't do anything to see Tom's grandmother crying pitifully in front of the coffin of her beloved grandson. As a form of sympathy for Tom's death, Har

“Ah! Mommy, help! Daddy’s turning into a big monster and he’s gonna eat me!” Watching them wreak playful havoc, I couldn’t help but laugh. The sunlight streamed through the window, and the wind chimes tinkled melodiously. The last few comments drifted past my eyes. “The End!” “You two must be happy!” “This is the sweetest story I’ve ever witnessed! Henry truly carved gentleness into his bones.” “Farewell, the feral tattoo artist and his soft, adorable female lead.” Yes. Farewell, my audience. But I knew our story was far from over.

It was about time Jenny‘s brothers stopped their harassment, Owen thought as they took in the bright, shiny deputy badge that Sheriff Meyer returned to him. Owen‘s chest puffed up with a sense of pride as he closed the door of the jailhouse and placed his hat on his head. ―Afternoon, gentlemen,‖ he said and buttoned his coat. ―Getting ready for Christmas?‖ ―We had some errands to run,‖ Tom replied. ―Even if women say they don‘t want anything but our love, they don‘t mean it.‖

Tom added with a devilish smirk. " It's dumb that you came back here, you know that everyone in Hollow hills thinks you and your family died in a fire accident right?" Dean said, clearly losing his temper. " Oh, we've taken care of that little problem. Told the sheriff that we weren't in the house while it burned" Tom said, suddenly standing behind Dean and he scoffed. " You mean you compelled the sheriff and probably everyone in Hollow hills to forget about your deaths" he countered and Tom quickly sped to a distance farther than where he stood behind Dean and flashed him a smile that left Dean extremely irritated.

"He just got in last night, fearin' for his life," "Why?" Mateo reached for a newly bought lemon candy and found comfort in the candy. "He said that last night his sheriff was shot along with two others," Wayne sighed. "Crazy what 'is world comin' too," "Why was the sheriff shot? Stealin' from innocents?" Dodge sneered, never having good history with the law and gifted a strangely quiet Misty a few sugar cubes. He stood and started brushing her coat, glancing over his shoulder to see Miles nudging Misty sorrowfully.

They had come so far, endured so much, and now the possibility of Eli’s rescue beckoned them forward. *** Sheriff Tanner cruised leisurely up to Waco from Valley Mills, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He felt a surge of contentment with how his plan was unfolding. By deliberately keeping himself distant from where Eli was being held captive, he was able to maintain an alibi and add credibility to his involvement in the kidnapping case. It was like a strategic move, ensuring that no suspicion would fall upon him. Sheriff Tanner relished in the thought of how smoothly everything was going, convinced that his careful maneuvers would shield him from any accusations.

He was leaning against the counter, flipping through some paperwork. “Tate,” I greeted, keeping my voice even. He gave me a slow nod. “Colton.” I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Where’s your boss?” Tate exhaled through his nose and straightened up. “Sheriff’s out of town.” I tensed. “Where?” “Didn’t say. Didn’t ask.” I narrowed my eyes. That didn’t sit right with me. The sheriff wasn’t the type to just leave town, especially without making a big show of it.