24 year old, Camila Cabello is the greatest detective LAPD has ever seen. And why is that, you ask? Because she and her partners get the cases and get them done. She has no problems solving her cases and catching the bad guy, especially with her tru...
Camila's POV I sat in my '69 Jet Black Camaro car, watching as my suspect, Ryan Wallace walked out of his house. He looked around quickly and I caught a glimpse of some type of bulge in the waistband of his pants.
"He's armed," I said aloud, glancing over at my partner. Gaston leaned forward and peeked out the front window, nodding his head wildly. He pointed towards the radio and I nodded my head, grabbing it.
"Detective Cabello 727 to Dispatch, come in dispatch."
"Dispatch to Detective Cabello 727, we copy."
"We have found the suspect on 302 Sunset Blvd. He is armed and possibly dangerous. Permission to apprehend him?"
"No! Do not apprehend him! Do you copy, Cabello? You wait for backup!"
"But Chief! He's right here in my grasp! If I don't get him now who knows what will happen," I spoke into the radio, sounding a little proud.
"You wait for backup, Cabello. I mean it. If he is armed, we have no idea what he is capable of."
"But chief-,"
"I mean it Cabello. I am sending Malik and Griffin your way now. You wait! Do you copy?"
"I copy, Chief."
"Good. Over and out."
I sighed as I returned the radio to it's stand. I returned my attention to the suspect who was beginning to walk down the street to what I assumed was his car. He was going to get away and be long gone before Malik and Griffin get here. I looked over at Gaston.
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"Ready, buddy?" I questioned. He hooted and clapped his hands together.
I nodded my head as I looked back into the backseat at Oliver, "What about you, boy?"
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Oliver barked and started to growl and I smirked. Then I climbed out of the car, pushing down the backseat as I looked at Oliver, "Get him, boy!"
Oliver jumped of the car and began to bark like crazy, he sprinted down the street towards the suspect. Wallace's eyes widened as he saw my 87 lbs came sprinting towards him. He returned to trying to unlock his car door, this time rustling with the key.
