Detective Camren Novels & Stories

That got Damien's full attention and he turned to look at Alex. "Who is the killer?" He impatiently asked. Alex shrugged and looked at Damien. "Who else? It's the 'unknown killer of course'." He said, adding emphasis to the last part of the statement. "You know something, Alex. Spill it." Damien said, squinting his eyes at him. He definitely knows Alex so much better than he thinks. "It's nothing much. I just want you to keep your eyes open and watch everyone closely." Damien was a little bit confused and he wanted to tell him about his suspicion about Jasmine, but he refrained himself from doing that. He didn't want to make Alex feel some type of way.

Spade grunted out, feeling his anger rise up with each second, Lucas was his only other link to mystery man, and with him dead, he was back to square one. He knew Stefano said Lucas wouldn't say anything because his son's life was on the line, but Spade already knew how to work that out and get Lucas to talk. "I don't know, but whoever did this was definitely working with mystery man, they knew Lucas was close to breaking point,.which means Dom wasn't the only spy" Matteo finished "What about the cameras"? Spade asked "I haven't checked it, I called you immediately I found him, I didn't want to leave the warehouse, without knowing who did this"

I hadn’t caught any strong scent of Camellia since she'd been gone. I’d walked into forests in the middle of many nights, closed my eyes and let my wolf senses bleed into the silence but still got nothing. Empty. Like she’d been erased. But now her scent clung to him heavily and undeniable. He was her kidnapper. He had to be. That was when he snapped his fingers— and flames swallowed the ground between us. “You said he looked like a man fresh out of being a boy?” Darius asked Damien as they walked into the room.

Hunter has this look that seems all too serious, not his usual smug face. I give him a look but I don't bother asking him anything, even though I knew he saw the questions written all over my face. I shift my gaze to the detective. “Hi. I'm Soren Lancaster,” I stretch my hand toward the short blonde in a black suit. “I know who you are, Mr. Lancaster.” He says with a strict face, shaking my hand briefly. “I’m Kane Mercer. I'll be running this case, and I'd appreciate it if I had your cooperation,”

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

This wasn’t just about money. This was personal. And I didn’t know who the hell I’d pissed off enough to come at me like this. --- SERA’S POV I watched the press conference live as Cameron Wiles was led into a courthouse, handcuffed and shaking. The public was eating it up—another corrupt executive exposed, another rich man falling. And just behind him stood a man in a dark coat, taking notes with a furrowed brow. Detective Harris. Of course. He’d picked up the scent, and if there was anyone who could connect the dots, it was him. I needed to be careful. Or better yet, I needed to use him.

Then it clicked. "Sorry, it's probably my son," I apologized. Iris fumbled around trying to make herself more presentable as I did the same while rushing over to the door. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Iris was ready. With a slight nod and smile as confirmation, I slid the metal door open to an unwelcoming surprise. "What the Hell are you doing here, Cameron?" I paused. "Good to see you too, Ivy," Cameron chuckled. From the looks of it, Cameron had aged well. He was still in good athletic shape, with a slightly grown-out prickly beard and slicked-back blond hair. The black suit indicated he was still a detective.

But Carrie is frantic, looking over her shoulder as she drags her ex-boyfriend across the cracked pavement in front of the hospital. Trent’s head flops forward, and we see what frightens her: a dozen men in hazmat suits trot in our direction, followed by the uniformed cop. Detective Banks, having stopped at the barrier, climbs out of her vehicle. Beside her, the chipmunk descends from the van and removes his oversized head, revealing—no surprises here—the sweaty head of Detective Mott.

“Alright then. Cameroon, Cadel, I will need your help.” “Sure, let's go,” I said. “No, uh, not you, Carson,” Anna said, but I ignored her. “I marked the killer's scent, and got a partial look at his face too. I'll be able to identify him faster than any of you.” “Hold on, Carson, I'll go instead,” Lucas said, flagging his hands. Cameroon and Cadel both glanced at me with concern and Anna started to protest again, but I raised a hand to stop her.

"You knew. You knew whose body this is." "I recognized you the moment I saw you." Amon sat down on the wooden crate, his winter-blue eyes serious. "Camryn Chavez. She was a genealogist assigned to House Rosetti about six months ago. She was smart and curious, and she asked too many questions about things she should have left alone." "She was executed," I said quietly. "For what she discovered."