Detective Camren Novels & Stories

He was a muscular dude, the same height as I was, and a guy you would never tag as a private detective if you met him on the street. When he showed up at my office after the agency recommended him, I almost laughed. Cameron was your boy next door. He had shaggy blonde hair, with cerulean blue eyes and freckles. Fucking freckles! A grown-ass man with freckles. It was fucking hilarious. "What's going on in your mind? You're grinning like a Cheshire," he probed. He was also nosy as fuck. I guess that was an essential perk needed to be a detective.

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

“It’s no trouble. I’ve been busy showing Raven around anyway.” “Oh, right,” said the man, his eyes turning to me. “The talk of the pack. It’s lovely to meet you, Raven. I’m Camren, the Gamma heir.” He did a bow and I gave him a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” The conversation then reverted to the topic of things Kieran had missed whilst in Lockdale City, all of which I didn’t really understand, but perhaps it was caused by my lack of concentration. Because in the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice the stares I was receiving from a group of girls seated nearby.

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”

*** One afternoon, as I left class, Detective Ramírez was waiting outside the house. She carried that balance of kindness and authority that only good officers seem to master, and her expression told me she had news. “Miss Campbell, may we speak for a moment?” she asked calmly. I nodded and invited her to the terrace. “I know this has been a difficult process,” she began, glancing at her papers, “but I wanted to personally update you on the progress of the case.” My body tensed without meaning to. “Did you find anything?” I asked. “Yes and no,” she replied honestly. “Mr. Campbell is still cooperating. The information he’s provided has allowed us to arrest several individuals connected to a t

Goes back to her screen. I look at them both and feel something so warm and specific that I have to look at my coffee for a moment. "Camille," Priya says. I look up. "You would have found your way out regardless," she says. "We just made it faster." "I know," I reply. "But that is not nothing." She nods. At noon, Detective Marsh calls. Derek has been charged. Vivienne has been charged. The farmhouse confirmed as Martin Raymond's property, the planning documented across phone records and the financial withdrawal Priya found. The case is straightforward, Marsh says, in the flat competent way she says everything.

"Annie Cruzo." Her file opened on the screen. She had beautiful blue eyes, black curly hair, and thick brows. A kid who should've been worrying about cartoons and school, not whether she'd survive the night. "I've already hacked every camera on that street," Clay continued. "Mark and the others are standing by in case anything goes wrong." "Nothing will." My voice came out cold and final with a murderous edge. "Prepare medical assistance in case she's hurt." A brief silence followed. "Yes, Captain."

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I took a deep breath, ready to head inside when my mother spoke, making me remember her presence. "Um Cianna? Who might this be?" She asked as we all entered. Tristan put a few inches between us, making my heart break a bit but I knew how bad it would be for him if they knew he was dating one of the murder suspects of Sheldon's case. Him seeing me as innocent could lead others to believe that he was being irrational due to personal emotions. "This is Detective Deckor. He's on Sheldon's case" I stated casually, not wanting to pour out my life to her just yet. Tristan had a confused look on his face too, so I clarified.

Chapter 6 : Dawn of Uncovering The TV screen at the police station was showing a documentary about a case of missing person. The reporter was expertly detailing the events that led to the uncovering of the mysteries surrounding the disappearance. He emphasized that the success of solving the case is due to the unwavering cooperation of witnesses and the victim's family as well as the devotion of the police force led by Detective Ian Murray. Detective efforts were praised but Ian felt hollow. He felt tired, the file in his hands seemed to be heavy . His mind is in fog ,his mysterious caller also left a message. His phone display said, I will meet you., but that was all. He knew it’s goin