Detective Camren Novels & Stories

My brain scrambles for an answer that isn’t Detective Vivian Cross, cybercrime unit, currently investigating your company for possible financial fraud. “Vivian,” I say quickly. “Just Vivian.” “Just Vivian.” He repeats it softly, like he’s testing the sound. “Nice to meet you.” The waitress returns, apologizing for the spill, and Damon waves it off with a polite nod. His focus stays on me, calm but unreadable. When she’s gone, I exhale slowly. My hands are still damp, my heart beating far too fast. He glances at the folder beside me—half open, a corner of his photo visible. My breath catches.

“Officers. You have thirty seconds to get back in your vehicles and drive away. After that, every one of you will spend the rest of your careers investigating parking tickets in Staten Island.” The lead detective (somebody I don’t recognize) smirks and pulls cuffs. “Damien Cross, you’re under arrest for...” I lift my phone so the camera catches all of them. “Smile,” I say. “You’re live on every platform I own. Ten million viewers and climbing.” His smirk falters. I keep talking, with ice in my voice.

My eyes snapped open at the hear of that and then glared at him. "What if I'd kill you right now just to shut you up, Liam? How 'bout that then?" I growled at him with a promising voice. The asshole just waved his hand off while nodding his head like he had understood me. This idiot! "Oh I know you'd say that, Cam. With how hot tempered you are but damn it Cameron! The hot investigator's working for you! Why not just take this as your chance to get closed with her? What about---ouch!"

I asked him why he has not been himself lately since he's been over-emotional, very sad and even over drinking, something he never used to do. He sadly said it's because of Marisa's death... He is still trying to cope and I totally understand. And about the gun in the drawer, Ramon explained he used to work for Relliks before he got his big break as a lawyer and built his own lawfirm. He was given a gun when he worked there as an undercover spy. And that is why the FBI are so on his case. Not to forget, the FBI seem to think Ramon has something to do with my mom's disappearance and are still insisting he is the man in the photo.

They seem to have fun on their own, the detective thought should have left them alone since the beginning. She kneels around the crime scene. Rae checks the crime scene seriously just in case anyone missed any small evidence, a precaution step to take. Not long after reaching yet another dead end, she stands up, exhausted and sweaty, she decides to take a breather. "Oh hi", a familiar figure greeted me across the yellow police line. That familiar figure I immediately recognize from the crowds is him Taemin. "Ah Taemin", the detective tries to keep her poker face "Have you finished your business?".

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??

Alex snorted as she whisked her hand away, looking around the lobby. “You have a mole,” she said quietly to Cameron when he told his wife and daughter to shut up. “Damon sent me here to give you a heads up.” Cameron stared down at her in surprised. “What the hell are you talking about?!” He asked intently. He turned his body towards her, blocking Kathleen and Rebecca. “What mole? Here?!”

We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff. "Actually, She's the detective." Chain explained. "Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin." I introduced myself. He led us to his office and offered us a seat. "Thank you, I want to talk to the suspects about the case of-" "Amy Marcus ... Yes we know. Wait for me here. I'll call them." He said and left us in the room. Within a few minutes he returned with a nurses and two patients. One is smiling and one looks really, really bad.

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.