Stiles Sheriff Novels & Stories

He looked hot, well… Not like he was anywhere close to Robert Or maybe, I couldn't care less. "Hi, I'm Stiles," he said, extending his hand. Ms. Turner? If I'm correct?" He had an inviting smile, one that showed a perfect dentition, the sort of smile that you couldn't help but enthusiastically return. "Hi Stiles," I replied, returning his smile. "I'm Isla." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Isla," he said, his eyes lingering on mine a little longer than necessary. "Mr Hardy has asked me to collect the quarterly report".

And now I'm stuck trying to figure out why. "What can you tell me?" The portly Sheriff Chet Einstein stood beside her, his sheriff's hat clasped in both hands in front of him, the afternoon breeze making a mess of his gray hair as he stared at the prone body on the ground. Deputy Johnson stood opposite Lainie, his hands in his pockets as he waited for her answer, letting her take the lead. She appreciated the opportunity, even though it made her nervous as hell.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Sergeant James Carter was the Sheriff of Greystone. He was good at keeping the town peaceful. But terrible at handling situations when things stopped being peaceful. Whenever something got messy around town…James came running straight to me and the club. Which was funny considering men like him were supposed to pretend they hated men like us. I stood up, stretching the stiffness from my shoulders. “Tell him to wait in the office.” Grim nodded once before stepping out. I grabbed a black shirt from the chair nearby and threw it over my head before dragging on my jeans.

Ed Stark leaned back in the chair and put his feet on the top of Sheriff Thompkins desk. The white-haired sheriff scowled, but said nothing. Ed owned most of Brightonville and was working on obtaining the little he didn’t own. Ed was also responsible for his salary. He was far too old to go looking for a new job. If it meant overlooking disrespectful habits such as the arrogant ass putting his filthy boots on his desk to keep his job then, so be it.

Leila looked him in the eye, “I understand Sheriff. But one would think you’d be a bit more appreciative when someone does your job for you. Sterling’s lawyer will love to hear all about another suspect in the case for sure. I’ll just get out of your way now sir and let you do your job.” She gave him a smug smile as she crossed the lot back towards her car. She knew she’d gotten under the sheriff’s skin. His case against Sterling was circumstantial at best. And this would raise some doubts and be a major blow against their case. But she had no doubt she’d also just put a target on her own back. Well, Leila was many things, but a coward wasn’t one of them. She watched from the shoulder as t

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

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