Detective Camren Novels & Stories

I was very subtle as I felt the urge to lunge my jaws into her neck and let loose. "Ethan," I heard Camren's voice suddenly as he revealed himself in the doorway. Cam looked like he had been busy all morning. He smelled dirty like the earth and mud of the boarders near the rogue pack. He had a healing wound gashed out across his neck running around it and down at the same time. He looked like he had been in a fight last night and the only one I have ever seen leave a scar across his body was his own father, an alpha. He was wearing a jogger’s outfit that came from one of the boxes out in the woods nearby, I recognized the color coding. He came from a hunt, the kill fresh on him with dry bloo

There was a pause, then a voice: “Detective Hayes. Badge number 2419. We need to talk to you—now.” Cameron glanced back at me. His eyes said everything: It could be real. It could also be a trap. My chest burned. “Cam…” He hesitated, then yanked his phone off the table, dialed fast, and put it on speaker. “Dispatch? This is Cameron Reed. I need confirmation on Detective Hayes, badge 2419, at my address.” Those thirty seconds felt like thirty years. Finally, the operator answered: “Confirmed. Hayes is assigned to your case.”

"To begin with, we must recognize conceivable supporters - those individuals who possess relevant expertise and ardor for our purpose. Alone, Blaine, we are unable to accomplish this." Taking my hand in his, he reached out and said, "I concur. We already have some individuals in our thoughts." As we were speaking, the sound of approaching footsteps disrupted us. We pivoted and saw Detective Ramirez heading in our direction - a pivotal player who aided us in triumphing over The Circle. His expression appeared to be an amalgamation of awe and intrigue. "Hello Camila and Blaine," he addressed us, "I am aware of your intentions to persist in the battle against corruption. Therefore, I wish to ex

It’s impossible to tell whether he’s anticipating my next move or just letting me think he is. I subtly clear my throat and open my mouth. “Damon, this is—” “Inspector Jones,” Cameron cuts in, his voice even but commanding. He flips his ID with a practiced flick of the wrist, the badge glinting under the sunlight, before slippin' it back into his breast pocket like he’s done it a thousand times. For a second, I’d genuinely forgotten he was even standin' there. Evelyn’s face tightens with a faint scowl.

As I pulled out of the barn's vicinity, I decided to make a call to Cameron, my trusted detective. "Cameron," I said as he picked up, "I need information on an Alex, the one involved with Annabel's kidnapping. I don't have much to go on, but she mentioned the name. There is no surname so just find any Alex related to us or our business." Cameron sighed on the other end, "Alex is a common name, but give me a moment. I'll see what I can find." While waiting for Cameron to gather information, I glanced at Anna, her face serene in sleep. I felt a mix of relief and frustration, grappling with the emotions of almost losing her.

“Enjoy your time at the top, little brother. Sooner or later, you’ll fall off that throne.” I don’t stop. I don’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I just get in my car and drive. My phone rings before I’ve even left the parking lot. I glance at the screen. Linda Cartwright, she’s the head of department for the editorial team. I answer. “Yeah?” “Mr. Reynolds, we found him,” she says excitedly. “Mr. Cameron. He was spotted in Paris. This might be our only chance to lock him in.”

A very wrong move. “I’m Detective Carmen Palmer, by the way,” Detective Palmer continued, “And I’m here to find out the truth from you. A certain Mr. Gary Brown is dead because of you. Yet, you keep denying your involvement in his death.” “I did not kill him!” Cassandra said, pounding her fist on the table. The fondness in her eyes disappeared. “Careful there,” Detective Palmer warned. “Tell me what happened.” Cassandra rolled her eyes and heaved a tired sigh.

A lot of things happened during mom's first trimester and the rest. Cameron was arrested for questioning, concerning the wanted criminal who wanted to assassinate mom that night. There was no evidence that it was him, so he was released, but was placed under close scrutiny. After the incident, things were peaceful for a while. Cameron was kind to mom and me, for the first time in his life. But we knew that he was pretending, so that he'd not be exposed to the world as a woman beater and an abusive father and husband. Mom started to stay out more often. She'd not return home on time, and I started to wonder what was happening.

He didn’t know it yet; but the next clue he needed was closer than he thought. That afternoon, the sun spilled through the half-closed curtains in Kamala Reynolds’ home office, spreading warm lines across her desk. She sat with a cup of half-cold coffee in her hands, eyes glued to the news flashing across her laptop screen. Her brows came together as she read about the fire at Crimson Barrel… then another one, at the Iron Flask. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “What’s going on in this city?” she muttered. For a moment, Kamala wondered if the fires had anything to do with her own investigation. She was still looking for Coco; Sylvania’s lost dog. But more than that, she had been trying to

His gaze swept over the kid, then over Elara, and something flickered in his eyes, not recognition, not yet, but suspicion. “You,” he said to the copycat, voice low but carrying weight. “Stand up.” The young man froze. “I… I don’t know what ----” Damon took one step inside. “Your fake ShadowByte stunt tripped security alerts in three countries. You’re lucky the only one standing here is me.” He pulled out his phone and dialed. “Detective Raines. Got something for you.” The color drained from the copycat’s face. “Wait---- please ---- I wasn’t… I just wanted…”