Detective Camren Novels & Stories

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.

How had Sally even come to meet him anyway? He continued. “I am a detective, but of private hire, which means I don’t work for the government,” Cameron must have been too impatient to let him finish. “I know what a private detective is,” he said harshly, causing another chill to run down my spine. In all the years I had known Cameron, this was the first time I had seen him this upset. The first time I heard him raise his voice to another human being,. “Could you just jump to the part where you tell us why she thinks you are not really a detective?”

Flavian's POV I was looking at the calendar. Only one week remained until we would have Manu's DNA test results. I was anxious about it and really hoping that Cam's suspicion would be confirmed - Manu didn't deserve to have that woman as her mother. "May I come in, detective?" I looked up and saw Breno standing right at my door. He was the police officer who had been helping me investigate what had happened to Cam's mother on the day she died.

It was because Camryn could not see. She recognized people based on their scent, voice, and footsteps. However, these characteristics could easily be imitated. She would fall into a trap if she let her guard down even a little. She almost fell into a trap this time. She smelled the scent of tobacco when she got into the car with the person whom she thought was Callum. Only then she realized that the person talking to her was not Callum. Callum rarely smoked, and there would be no hint of tobacco in his car.

Perfect. “You don’t look too concerned,” he says, trying to sound casual. I finally glance up, slow, deliberate. My gaze lands on him like a knife pressed against skin. He shifts, just a fraction, and that’s enough. I smile inwardly. He’s uncomfortable, and I like it. He drags a chair out and sits across from me. Calm. Calculated. “My name is Detective Burner. I’m in charge of investigating the death of Emma Dalton King.”

Her eyes glowed red as the energy became fully attached to the officers The victim’s wife opened the door and looked at the police men “May we come in Mrs Jones?” The police men smiled at her “Yes you may” Mrs Jones ushered them in and they quickly took their seats. “I’m the police detective in charge of the case, Parker Steffens” the officer In charge of the questioning said “Nice to meet you Mr Parker Steffens” the woman replied “Would you like to rest for a while? Or are you fully sure that you are well and alright? “Parker said expressing his concerns

“And I promise you are not in trouble. We just need to speak to the owner, then we’ll go. You don’t have anything to worry about.” Jenny mulled it over, then nodded, slowly. “Give me a minute.” “Take your time. We’ll wait here.” Emma looked at Caleb and he nodded. Feeling a little less frightened, Jenny ascended the stairs. A minute later, the detectives heard a scream. For a few days, Tyler spent every minute by Camille’s side, but they rarely spoke. She hardly spoke to anyone. His visits became less frequent, until one day, he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Meyers is also wanted for questioning in relation to a homicide. “What the hell?” Camille frowned in confusion as she looked at a picture of the woman she had come to know as Tina now labelled as Julie Meyers. “I think we just found our mole.” Charlotte muttered. Camille didn’t have time to respond. She didn’t even have chance to process what she was seeing because the chime announcing the front door was opening, snapped her out of her shocked daze. “Shit!” Camille hissed. “One of the guys is back.”

Inside the room, everything looked normal, which somehow made it worse, because normal should not coexist with what we had discovered, and yet the bed was still unmade from earlier, the desk still cluttered with notes, the world still pretending nothing had shifted. Cameron sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hands over his face slowly. “Do you think he is working alone?” he asked finally. I leaned against the desk, crossing my arms. “No.” He looked up sharply. “That was fast.” “Because of what he said in the hallway,” I replied. “You do not say ‘you have no idea what you stumbled into’ unless you are referencing something bigger than your own ego.” Cameron’s jaw tightened. “So what did w

“Okay, I’ll arrange for that as soon as possible.” Meanwhile, Cameron was released from the police station by Monday. The police did a scrupulous investigation on him and found that he was involved in the Walton Family’s money-laundering activities. However, they couldn’t prosecute him for the time being because they weren’t able to find any evidence of him colluding with the Waltons. Soon after his release, Cameron managed to locate Alicia and Olivia’s whereabouts. When he arrived at the hospital with a scowl on his face, he saw Alicia—who was being protected by several bodyguards—as well as Myra, who was sitting in Alicia’s ward while having a pleasant chat with Olivia, his youngest daught