All Chapters of Garvey's: The Return (The Garvey Series 2): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Two months later . . . Sheriff Matt Kirby sat at his desk staring at the resignation letter he was holding. He glanced up at the switchboard operator. Matt placed the paper on his desk and shoved it towards her. “I'm not accepting this,” he said flatly. Patty’s shoulders slumped. “Sheriff, it’s time. I can’t work here anymore.” “Why?” Matt asked. “It’s . . . personal,” she answered. That wasn’t good enough for him. Patty had worked on the switchboard since she was seventeen. Matt stood and rounded the desk. He perched himself on top of it and faced her. “Patty, you’ve worked here for years. Way before I was sheriff. You started off as a summer employee and worked your way up to full-time. You got years of service here.” She looked down. “You suffered Marty Schaffer’s Reign of Terror with us. You went with us to Lynx Lake. You’re more than just an employee, you’re family.” Patty g

Patty’s mind had wandered as she rode in the backseat of Williamson’s four-door truck. For a year, she had been in love with Goldman. During that year, Carter had figured it out. He had confronted her. She had denied it to him for months until she had gotten tired of it and confessed. Carter was a sweetheart; he wasn’t going to say anything. He was very understanding and supported her decision to stay quiet.Williamson was a different story. He was a nice guy, but he wasn’t as understanding as Carter or discrete. Four months ago, Goldman was talking to Patty in the switchboard room. When he had to leave on a call, Williamson had walked right up to her and asked why she wouldn’t tell Goldman that she was crazy about him. All the color had gone out of her face. She had begged him to keep his voice down. He had smiled and said, okay. He had kept pestering her about it until she had told him that it was a little crush and it wasn’t a big deal. Williamson had let it go, but deep down he k

Carter drunkenly stood up. Patty scooted closer to the edge of the booth and waited for Goldman and Carter to get out of the way so she could stand. “How are you going to go anywhere? Carter shouldn’t be driving,” Goldman stated. “I’m the designated driver,” Williamson said. “But, you’re right. Carter has had plenty to drink.” “I’m fine,” Carter belched. “Patty, you should stay here with Goldman and enjoy the rest of the night. You got the whole weekend off. Live it up. I’ll take Carter home,” Williamson said and slid out of the booth. You bastard. Patty thought. “I can’t. You’re my ride,” she slurred. “Maybe . . . we . . . should . . .” Carter trailed off drunkenly. Bless his heart. Carter was trying to get her out of the situation but he was wasted. He couldn’t think straight. “I’ll take you home,” Goldman said to her. “I’m not planning to do a lot of drinking tonight. Even if

Nick thought he had attended nice dinners before. He was wrong. The china had gold lining around the edges. A servant took and brought every course. There were forks and spoons at the plenty. Nick was glad to see that Gabriella was still her adorable down to earth self during dinner. She whispered to Nick that she didn’t know which fork or spoon to use either. He was pleasantly surprised when Billy loudly said not to worry about it because they all did the same thing.The first course was prongs with dipping sauce. Nick wasn’t sure what the sauce was, but he didn’t care for the dish. The second course was a basic salad. Nick related to that and practically gobbled it up since he picked at the first dish. The main course was filet mignon in a cream brandy mushroom sauce. Nick has had filet mignon before but not like this. It was more delicious than the first time he had it years ago at a friend’s wedding. Nick could taste the fresh garlic, but it wasn&r

Matt and Goldman walked into Matt’s office. Matt closed the door. Rufus had followed them in there and jumped on the couch Matt slept on when he had to spend the night at the station. The dog adjusted his feet and lay down on the couch. He looked over at them.They looked at Rufus.Matt blew out. “I don’t know what Patty feeds his big ass, but she needs to stop it. Carter looked up how to weigh a dog on a human scale. We put him on the scale in the locker room and we calculated that he weighed 177 pounds,” Matt said and walked over to his desk.“He’s an English Mastiff, sir,” Goldman said. “They can weigh up to two-fifty.”“Jesus Christ,” Matt said with astonishment and sat down. “How do you know that?”“Had a girl once that owned one,” Goldman said.“Shit. What she feed him?”“Everything,” Goldman said and shook his head. “Then, she wondered why he had digestive problems.”Matt scoffed at his reply. “Have a seat, Goldman.”As Goldman eased down in the chair, Matt thought, you fucking