Calleigh Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

I pick it up not looking at the caller. "Dad, Cailly just left the house and you're right, Calix didn't have the chance to stop her. But he just announced that she was his mate." She said in pain. "Just stay there, I'll handle Cailly." That's all I said before I hung up. I hop in my car and called for the rogues I am working with. ~~★~~ ~Cailly's POV Hitting the road with 260 k/ph is not so new to me and I don't care anymore, I need to come and save my family.

"In my car. 2015 maroon Camry. License KBB 964." "Shepard, did you get that?" the suited man asked into a Bluetooth earpiece, then rattled off the details again, including Carla's license plate, perfectly. "Miss, I'm Agent Marcus Leigh. Who took your car?" "Nick Johansen. He has Teri Munro captive and he has a gun." "How do you know it was them?" Carla stared at Agent Leigh as if he'd sprouted a second head. "Because I know Teri. She's my boss' fiance. Jim Erikson? Their family has been in police protection. Are you new here or what?"

It looked alive, like it was breathing. I didn’t know how long I sat there before my phone buzzed again. An unknown number. I hesitated, then answered. “Miss Monroe?” The voice on the other end was calm, professional — but something in it made my blood run cold. “Yes?” “This is Detective Hale. We’re looking into an incident involving Mr Rand Calloway.” I froze. “What kind of incident?” There was a pause, too long to mean anything good. “Ma’am, we need you to come down to the station.”

“It's Ex- FBI agent, Logan Brown! He is Callie’s godfather and as she is back in the country, she wants to meet him.” Damian looked at Callie and wondered why she was not speaking and said. “He was the main suspect for conspiring her parent’s death and she wants to meet him. I am sorry Mr. Ford, I can't allow it.” Hudson was irritated and I noticed it, so I grabbed his hand and squeezed it and took out my pad and wrote on it and when I lifted my head, I saw the commissioner of police looking at me with a strange expression. I passed the pad to him.

Cruise March It's been a somewhat quiet night on shift, and I have less than an hour to go. I'm really looking forward to going home and crashing, this is my third twelve-hour night his week. "We have a report of shots fired from a silver colored Impala, in the vicinity of Callahan and Miller." The info from dispatch makes my ears perk up, I'm two streets over from Callahan. "Dispatch, do we have plates?" "The only thing anyone got was a possible W as in water, and a H as in Harry."

I dialed to acquire information from our protector. "Dispatch 4211 Detective Wilson, I'm sorry for the inconvenience but we have a situation from section eight and our surveillance footage from Calliope Avenue caught our suspect bestriding a cab to district seven over" I ended the chat through the chip that is served as a walkie talkie in my tragus. "F*ck we have to go back to Maria's" "You've gotta be shitt*ng me!" Marina yelled as she swivel the bump with a spurt of wrath flowing around her cheeks.

Kelly had been the photographer of many of the homicide cases he had been given over the years. “What do we have?” He asked, referring to the murder. “Single-shot to the head.” She shrugged. “Hi-jacking gone wrong?” He asked, hoping this would be an easy case to close. “No. Nothing was stolen; we have a murder on our hands.” Dion Bush interrupted. Dion was a CSI (crime scene investigator) and also Caleb’s best friend. He was looked younger than his age and could easily catch the attention of women. “Do you have any identification for the victim?” Caleb questioned as Kelly walked away. The whole detective talk bored her.

Then, I called Riley. Riley was my private investigator, a guy I’d hand-picked and trained since college. The second I woke up in this life, I’d put him back on payroll. The entire web of informants across the Pack House, the Hale estate, and the Vance manor was his handiwork. Riley chuckled on the other end of the line. "Wreck? Please. They’ve already made up. Caleb’s currently pinned to Sophia’s lips in a parking lot. Want the video feed?"

she replied, moving away from Jason and lowering her voice. “I can’t explain everything now. Tiffany and Wes going to find the murderer who killed Becca. They got the password to access the footage of homecoming day. If you don’t stop them in time, we will get caught in red hands. Act fast, Charlotte,” Caleb ended the call with that. He trusts his sister with his whole life. He went back to Bianca to help her. If the situation gets out of hand, these four will definitely count the bars in the prison cell.

Though it was hard to believe, the evidence pointed at Emily as the only person capable, given her knowledge of the sharks. “Why is Emily a suspect?” Willia asked again, her persistence unyielding. Just as Calista was about to respond, her phone rang. It was Emily. She showed the caller ID to Ranya and the others. Ranya urged her to answer. Calista pressed the accept button and put the call on speaker. “Calista.” Signoral’s voice came through, cold and calculating. “I know you’re with Ranya right now.” “You’re not calling me to ask that after what you did,” Calista snapped, her words vibrating with anger. “How dare you call yourself my friend and do something like this?”