Cullen Dc Novels & Stories

He chuckled. Five minutes before midnight, Cullen was supposed to be sleeping, but for some reason, he didn’t dare to. Suddenly, his cell phone beeped. He jolted before realizing it was his phone. Cullen has no idea why he was scared. When did his fear of Asher start? Was it when he found out that Asher was the grandson of Old man Williamsburg from the Capital, or was it when he found out that Asher has a connection to the Scorpion gang? Or the fact that he killed Ciara in such a manner?

“Good evening, Mr. Lourdes. How may I be of help to you?” “Were you on duty Wednesday evening?” he inquired. “Yes, sir.” “So it was you who checked in a certain Colleen Caddell?” The woman quickly went through the record list for Wednesday and answered in affirmation. “She is a participant in the Detroit Entrepreneurship Summer Camp,” she added. “Yes, I know that. What I would like to know is Ms. Caddell’s room number.”

"I mean, if Cullen was a patient here, he wouldn't need to come into the hospital at all, since he already stays here." "That doesn't make any sense." I fired. "He's right, Cullen's face was still badly bruised. I doubt his treatment are completed yet." Devan agreed. I paused, and walked around the room in deep thoughts. "So, if it's true that Cullen is a patient here, how do we know then?" "That sounds easy compared to searching all the security cameras in the area." Zach said with a shrug. A knock resounded on the door, and a security guard walked in. "Sir, we found your guy." He announced, as Principal Walter hurried after him, and I sauntered off after the both of them.

“By being smarter than him. By finding his weakness before he finds ours.” Amelia sat down. Ellie in her lap. “What’s his weakness?” “I don’t know yet. But everyone has one.” Dan went back to his laptop. “Give me a few hours. I’ll figure it out.” She waited. Watched him work. Held Ellie and tried not to think about worst case scenarios. At midnight, Dan looked up. “I found something.” “What?” “Cullen has a daughter. Lives with her mother in Boston. He’s estranged from them. Hasn’t seen the kid in five years.”

"Cullen?" "Yhea, Cullen." The female voice at the other end of the line was sounding more agitated by the minute. "Are you coming to get him?" she insisted. "Yhea fine. Where is he?" "The bar's called the Blood Pit. It's on the corner of Elm and Oak. Do you know it?" "No," he said. "But I'll find it." Then there was a click. Aislinn went back to cleaning up. Cullen reveled in the feeling of the spinning room. As he waited he watched the girl move about. The drinking had done precisely what he wanted. It drowned out the look, smell, and feel of that bitch he wasn't interested in being mated to.