Detective Camren Novels & Stories

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

“Damon, we need to let them in. You don’t want this escalating.” Damon nodded stiffly, casting one last glance at Sarah. “Whatever happens, stay in this house. Don’t talk to anyone. Not even Lou.” Sarah frowned. “I’m not hiding.” “I’m not asking,” he said, softer now, more desperate. “If she’s alive... she’ll come for you. She always finishes what she starts.” Before she could protest again, Lucas opened the door, and three NYPD officers entered. One of them, a stern-looking woman with cropped auburn hair, introduced herself. “Detective Marla Reyes. We need Mr. Draven to come with us for questioning.”

"Liam don't beat yourself up, you didn't know some psycho demon was after my friend." Rainn got up and grabbed his brother's shoulders, "We will find her Liam if it is the last thing that we do." Jamison shook his head, "We have a lot of work to do in multiple different directions." Rainn laughed, "Yep and that is why it's a good thing there's a crew of us. Mercer and Elodie, I need you guys to recon Tabby's apartment and see if her things are still there or if you can gauge when she was there last. Elodie, your invisibility will come in handy here and also grab something of hers so Calliope can try and do a trace." I gave them the address and Mercer grabbed Elodie’s hand. In an instant, the

“But the next day, I got word that the case had been transferred back to Bertha. And based on my research, a sergeant warned me… Camellia might be pulled back into those cells.” The room went silent. Until Liam broke it. “How do you even know all this?” “My father is a cop,” Williams said simply. “Oh.” Camellia, who had been quiet the whole time, finally broke down. “Bertha…” she mumbled, tears slipping through. Williams held her hands. “The file isn’t the point right now, Camellia.” He drew in a deep breath. “I need you to tell us everything about Eric Caddel.” Camellia’s breath hitched.

By mid-afternoon, he finally pulled the watch from his wrist and stuffed it into his pocket, to save himself the torment of looking at it. He’d spent the morning in Sloane’s office, scanning the task force’s latest reports and discussing strategy with his old partner. The most relevant piece of information was a report from the county Sheriff’s Office detailing the discovery late Sunday of the burned out remains of a Camaro in a canyon north of the city. No positive ID of the car had yet been made, but neither Conner nor Sloane had any doubt it would turn out to be the car registered to the late Peter Weber. A forensic team had been studying the wreck all night, but their preliminary report

Aiden resumed watching the scenery slide by his window. At the station, the officers escorted the three of them into a small interview room. Cameron sat at the pale and questionably clean table as Sidney and Aiden took a chair on either side of him. Detective Morris sat down across from them, smiling disarmingly at Cameron. “OK, Cameron,” Morris said gently, “I’m going to show you some pictures, and I just want you to tell us if you see the man who took you from the baseball field.” “That’s it?” Cameron questioned, wrinkling his nose.

Wilson seems to be busy typing something down and looking back at the piece of paper on his lap from time to time. Then, as soon as I locked eyes with Cameron (whose desk is located across from mine), I gestured him to come to me quickly. It only took a split second for him to agree. "What's up, Detective Sam?" He raised an eyebrow. Cameron is a fresh graduate with a degree in Criminology. And he's probably the most unproblematic co-worker out here. He just doesn't seem to hold any grudges from anyone. He works, comes home to play video games, sleep for a good amount of four hours, and repeats the same cycle without complaints.

But we caught a blurry face in the corner of one frame. “Not Irenic,” Cameron said. “We cross-checked every archive. He’s not one of them.” “So who is he?” I asked. “No idea,” Vera said. “But he’s working with them. Or watching them.” Cameron handed me a compact tracker. “You get close enough tomorrow, plant this on him.” “And if he catches me?” “Smile and walk faster,” Vera said.

"I have you to thank for keeping the company running smooth in my absence as well." "Sure thing Pops," Cameron replied just as Mom entered the room with a tray of coffee mugs. "You know, those Ramirezes have been shady business people for far too long if you ask me." "Did you ever suspect they might try to set me up?" Mr. Lodge asked as Mom handed us our drinks. "Suspect, yes," Cameron replied, taking a seat beside me on the loveseat. "Have proof, no.Guess it was a good thing Kaden dumped their daughter on the altar. Other wise we might not have gotten to see their true colors."

Elias straightened slightly but kept that knowing look in his eyes, "everything came back clean. No record of theft, no suspicious withdrawals, no unusual activity whatsoever. It was smooth sailing, which makes Cameroon's disappearance even more goddamn confusing." The frustration radiating from both men was palpable, filling the office with a dangerous energy that made my skin prickle with awareness. I watched them carefully, studying their body language and the unspoken communication that passed between them. Whatever was happening with the Black Rose was serious, more dangerous than they were letting on, and sitting here in borrowed clothes while they discussed criminal operations made me