Detective Camren Novels & Stories

They did not stay longer for a chat as they were obviously not in the right mood for that, plus it was not like Dakota was close with their parents. Dakota left after as she got in the car that was waiting for her. “I got everything. Unfortunately, it may not be possible to trace the driver,” Knives said as soon as the gang boss shut the door. “Why?” Dakota put her seatbelt on. “The car’s windows were completely tinted and the car didn’t have a plate number. From the security footage, the driver drove too fast toward Hilary which caused her to make an abrupt turn and to crash on a wall.” Knives brought out her tablet and showed the latter the video. “We searched the security footages on othe

��𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.

I approach the dilapidated looking building with caution, wishing that my heels did not click so loudly on the street stones. Domenico sits behind the wheel of the car, a cigarette in his hand as he watched me walk. He had briefed me on the way over what to do and who to talk to, a small mission that was no doubt less about being successful at something and more about proving I am willing to do what I am told. After the conversation with his father I am afraid we are on thin ice and at any moment I may fall through. There are two men waiting near the doorway and when I approach they look me over. I am no threat and they know it.

He held his hands out palms up as he slowly approached her. He talked keeping his voice low and soothing "not here to hurt you" he repeated this twice before he saw her blink her eyes clearing and misting. Camron knelt beside her she offered a little resistance as he pulled her close. She went limp and buried her face in his chest as he gently stroked her hair. The little ones had also calmed at Camron's voice and they stayed like that for a bit. The detective said "will phone if you remember anything and I'll call with any leads. Carson nodded both Blake and he had tensed at what was going on it the other room. Stephan and Joesepth had also moved toward the door but they stepped

Conversely, Lorenzo did not grin. He reminded everyone that the room now belonged to him with his quiet power. He closed the door after them. Without introducing the reason for just walking in, Lorenzo stated, "We found something, Near Greystone Hill, Camille's burner pinging. Two women and an unnamed male were seen entering an abandoned property in drone footage” He moved the iPad toward me and tapped on it. At first, the video was blurry, but then—she was there. Camille. Carrying a bag. The bag shifted. I felt sick to my stomach.

Back at the grand hall, Camila returned to where Gracie and Naomi sat. “She’s nowhere to be found. I can’t disturb Grandpa now—he’s in a meeting with The Ontario and Mason,” she said, exhausted. “What about Damien?” Naomi asked. Camila sighed, then pulled out her phone and called Simon. Inside the master bedroom of Damien’s mansion, Simon handed him a cup of hot tea to ease his headache. “I want every CCTV footage from the hall. I need to confirm if she’s who my instincts tell me she is,” Damien said, his voice firm.

Qillalon responded with an assuring tone. “You really know how to speak to me. I feel a little better now. But this killer being out there puts us in shame and these detectives are not doing enough to solve this.” “Don’t say that, Cain. They are the best in this type of business and Elder Mauritius trusts them.” “I think everyone will feel better if you’re in the lead instead of that old human. What’s his name again?” “Velmont Cavanaugh.” “Yeah, that and that witch with him. She’s pretty and her scent is so captivating… Don’t tell Selene I said that. I am just appreciating beauty.”

I just--'' ''No wonder Jason loves you, you two are so alike,'' he chuckled. ''What do you mean?'' ''He feels the same way.'' ''Really?'' I asked. ''Yes,'' Jessica and Cameron said at the same time. ''Cameron Green, may I speak with you,'' a female detective interrupts us. She was folding her arms and let out a sigh as Cameron nods his head yes. ''Hi, I'm Detective Murray, I want to speak to you in regards of Jason Vella, your friend.''

She sniffles and raises a shoulder to her ear before the officer jerks on her arm and pulls her in the other direction. "Why is Cammie in handcuffs?" What have they done to my friend? The detective turns around, scowling at his fellow officer. "I'm not allowed to discuss facts of the case, but it appears there's more than one bed-and-breakfast employee in on the distribution operation. We're still sorting out the details."

I said to Cam. “A man with a limp?” Cam repeated after me as he came to sit down beside me. Taking his laptop from my hands, he started searching for something. “I didn’t see his face at all,” I said as I tried to remember any tiny details. He pushed the laptop to me as I watched how Chloe’s accident had also taken place. “Why am I watching this?” I asked him confusedly. He showed me a figure sprinting away. “What! Who the hell was that?” I questioned almost immediately. “I had collected the video from the CCTV nearby, I just felt everything was connected and maybe I was right,” Cam said as he zoomed the video.