Detective Camren Novels & Stories

All of the men from Country J surrounded Harvey and Marcus, locking the two inside. Cam sat on the unmoving body of an inspector. He raised his head to look at Harvey and snarled, “Isn’t this the noble Consultant York? Interesting!” “Some guts that you have! You dare come here on your own before I approach you?” Harvey stared at the bodies on the ground, and frowned slightly. He recognized them as the inspectors who were on their shifts during the morning. Safe to say, Cam was indeed unscrupulous with his business. He actually dared to beat up the inspectors of Buckwood to this point!

Carmen stopped talking and glanced behind him. It was a police car parked in front of them. Carmen frowned. The only thing she could think of was that Adrian had done something illegal and the police were following him. Two police officers walked towards them. One stood beside her and the other was standing in front of her with handcuffs in his hand. “You are Carmen Anderson, aren’t you?”asked the policeman. “Umm yeah? May I know why you’re asking?” “You’re under arrest for murdering your biological father, Travis Anderson”he said coldly as he handcuffed her hands.

in my dreams, cam looks at me the same way `\_(•~•)_/` @taylorscissorsiykwim yeahhh, but nt 1ce was camille spotted with her??? how can we make assumptions that the mystery girl is camille's friend?? @camerontaygirl WHAT IF THE MYSTERY GIRL IS CAMILLE'S LOVER AND CAMILLE IS A CLOSETED GAY AND CAMERON IS JUST LOOKING OUT FOR HIS SISTER AND GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH HIS SISTER'S LOVER??

He fell asleep with his head on his mate’s chest as she ran her fingers through his hair, Annie succumbing to sleep not long after. Camron went down to his office to organise his clansmen for a methodical search of the building. They needed to locate all of Sentinel’s surveillance equipment, Alpha Armstrong had asked him to document all the equipment and put together a report on the whole incident. Camron had no idea what the Alpha was going to do with it but he imagined he would keep it to use against the human government as a bargaining chip if the need ever arose. Camron wanted to do an electronic sweep of the entire building too, Goddess knows how many surveillance devices they had put a

They even went looking for all of Camden's staff and were interrogating the people that lived close by. Sky told me how Liam relentlessly did his best to find the real culprit and get me out. And then one day, his efforts paid off. He received an anonymous package containing the CCTV footages from Camden's home. They showed how Drew stabbed and murdered Camden in cold blood while we were both asleep after placing the knife in my hands.

“There you are, Maddie’s Mom. The kidnapper managed to get her hands on Maddie and your husband’s information. I’m sure she’s up to no good.” The woman, Cassandra Rowe, put on a menacing look. “You filthy kidnapper! You have some nerve to grab my daughter!” The murmurs erupted. “I can’t believe how manipulative the kidnapper is. She even made up a whole narrative!” “Call the cops now! She needs to be arrested!” “The kids are frightened. She’s a monster!” I screamed in defense, “I’m not a kidnapper! I’m here to take my daughter home. Matthew is my husband!”

"Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!" In the attached photo, Nathan was looking at the camera while holding up an evidence bag. Inside it was the same serrated knife I'd marked as the crucial piece of evidence just this morning!

I instruct. They nod. We make our way out. Outside, it’s chaos. “Get to the bikes. I have to call Sherlock... he’ll erase the footage,” Iren says, dialing his phone. “What the hell was that? Bikers?” I ask Jaxon. He nods grimly. “Club business.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, really?” I throw up my hands. Haru grabs my wrists and pulls them down. “Your ribs. Be careful,” she hisses.

"I think those five-thousand-dollar tickets are part of their plan. Only something costly and attention-grabbing enough could draw everyone's attention toward money and envy right after they go missing, therefore covering up their actual objective." "These young men are meticulous indeed," the slightly older officer remarked from beside as he wrote in his notebook. I was allowed to first return to the dormitory after the questioning. This was my first time being left alone in the very spacious Room 412. The scent of expensive perfume from my roommates' parents still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of panic and despair. I sat at my desk, turned on the table lamp, and opened my text

I grabbed my burner phone, shoved an airpod under my wig, and began to chop onions with the ferocity of a woodchipper. "Jean-Pierre! More coffee!" Julian yelled from the lounge. "Oui, Monsieur! In ze moment! I am... eh... massaging ze poultry!" I dialed the precinct handling the sighting, using a voice modulator I’d built into the burner. I set it to Hard-Boiled Noir Detective. "Detective Miller, Precinct Five," I growled into the phone, my voice dropping three octaves into a gravelly, American baritone. "Yeah, this is Detective Henderson from the Hamptons task force," the officer on the other end replied. "You calling about the Knight sighting?"