• He had a large, square face, skin the color of polished onyx.[1]
  • He was an enormous man, a full six foot six and two hundred sixty pounds of solid muscle, with hands the size of steamship rounds.[1]
  • A lean man who favors good suits.[2]
  • He was dark, long, and lean. He wore a suit well: a good look for media conferences and screen time. But there was considerably more under the surface.[3]


  • Although the Chief's position is political, Tibble remains a cop.[2]
  • He has no patience for bullshit.[1]
  • His temper is like a "furnace blast", but he blows off steam and again becomes cool and contained.[3]

History Edit

  • Tibble had risen through the ranks.[2]
  • He'd plodded his way up from beat cop.[1]
    • He worked the West Side barrios when cops and their quarries still carried guns.[1]
  • He'd taken a hit once, before the gun ban: three nasty rounds in the abdomen that might have killed a lesser man and would certainly have given most ordinary cops cause to consider their career choices. Tibble had been back on full duty within six weeks.[1]
  • After the gun ban, he'd used his bulk and cold, terrifying grin to intimidate his quarries.[1]
  • He still had the mind of a street cop, and his record was clean enough to serve tea on.[1]
  • Tibble becomes Chief of Police in early spring of 2058 after his predecessor, Chief Edward Simpson, is indicted for his involvement in the events of Naked in Death.

Interesting FactsEdit

  • Lieutenant Eve Dallas liked him and could privately admit she was a little afraid of him.[1]
  • He likes good Scotch whiskey.[2]

References Edit

  1. 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 1.6 1.7 1.8 Glory in Death, Chapter 17.
  2. 2.0 2.1 2.2 2.3 Strangers in Death, Chapter 8.
  3. 3.0 3.1 Treachery in Death, Chapter 18.