Calleigh Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

I lowered my voice, keeping it steady. She hesitated, and her grip loosened slightly. However, she still held the surgical blade firmly in her hand. “You… You promise? Write it out now, or I–” Her voice trembled, breaking mid-sentence. After a pause, tears slipped down her face. “I didn’t want to kill anyone…” I quickly grabbed a pen and paper. “I’ll write it! I’m writing it out now! Just calm down!” I bent down, pretending to write on the floor, while quietly speaking into the earpiece, “Officer, what do we do now?”

Her skin is soft against my calloused fingers. "What did you say?" I growl. She just stares for a moment before slapping my hand away. She takes a step back and starts to turn away, but I grip her arm, keeping her pulled against me. She looks at me with those big, innocent, blue eyes, her full, red lips pursed in question. "Run away, gattina," before I fuck you on this bar, I add in my head. I let go, and watch as she disappears back into the crowd, but I know I will find her again. I need to.

“The Miami Police Department have confirmed the arrest of Carolina Mendoza. It’s alleged that she assaulted the daughter of music Billionaire Connor Jeffries. Alaine Jeffries says...” I turned to see Jeff standing near the window, his phone pressed against his hear. He was pacing back and forth, a disturbed look on his face. Something was wrong.

He had himself stationed right out his door calling upon everyone’s attention as they all got startled from gossip. “Detectives!” he called. “As I had addressed last week. The big office found it as a need to send help from Florida. This is Detective Jessica Carriewhite who has just officially joined us today. We all know that we have been struggled with the butcher case and honestly, we have led nowhere for almost a month now. The detective here is supposed having something she wants to share what she has realized in her min time looking through our official file.” Explained Victor living a platform for Jessica who was keeping her head high like the brilliant lady she appeared to be.

Tears slid down before she could stop them. She pushed a faint smile and returned Lydia’s hug. “Thank you, Lydia. As long as you arrived in SunCity safely, that’s more than enough. Come in—Felicia and Althea are inside.” Behind Lydia, Cale gave Kalina a courteous nod before stepping in. He looked exhausted, as if he’d gone through a sleepless night, yet his eyes stayed sharp. The long trip from the Bahamas to SunCity had clearly worn him out. As Chase’s younger brother, Cale was used to keeping a cool head during complicated moments—but ever since the news about Kate Callister reached him, he hadn’t been able to stay completely calm. Something about it gnawed at him nonstop.

Because I was a coward. And now, I don’t know if she’ll ever come back. I grab my keys. I’m going to Amirah’s. Even if she slams the door in my face, I need to see her. I need— My phone rings. Unknown number. I almost ignore it. But something in my gut twists. “Hello?” “Is this Logan Reynolds?” “Yes.” “This is Officer Hendricks. We need you to come down to the 11th precinct. It’s about Camille Anderson.”

I didn't want my team dying because of me. I plucked out my phone which I had tucked between my boobs. I opened it and the 'no signal' sign greeted me again. I tapped okay so I could have a clear view of my wallpaper. It was the picture I took of Callan...with the colorful dicks on his face. I smiled as I looked at him, sleeping soundly. I missed him so much...I wanted to go back to him so much.

I waited, my phone silent, my condo dark, my eyes on the door, Lucian’s absence a void. Hargrove called at dawn, his voice sharp, his words clipped. “Caldwell, your evidence is solid,” he said, his tone grim. “Raids on Hayes, Giveon, others, today. Miami field office, noon. Be there.” I flew to Miami, my body weak, my Glock holstered, my badge heavy. The field office buzzed, agents whispering, their eyes on me, my reputation scarred by Sarah’s lies, but my resolve iron. I strode to Giveon’s office, my boots thudding, Hargrove’s team swarming, their vests marked, their rifles raised.

She stumbles forward a single step, her hands flying to her mouth as she looks down at Caleb's still face, then back up at the detectives. “Attempted... murder?” Liz gasps out, her voice cracking into a horrified whisper. “Who... who would do that? Caleb doesn't even have a parking ticket on his record. He’s a mechanic!” Detective Lin steps forward, his leather notebook sliding open once again as his eyes track her reaction before turning back to our small, frozen circle.

Her eyes swept the room first—Allen, the kids, the machines—before finally settling on Mia. “Any change?” Ms. Calder asked quietly. Mia shook her head. “He’s awake. He just… he’s not saying much.” Ms. Calder nodded, pulled a chair closer, and lowered herself into it. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, hands clasped. “I came straight from the station,” she said. “The police are organizing a search party. They’re also tracking her phone.” Mia’s shoulders sagged a little at that. Not relief, but something close.