Lurking Criminal

Mystery Secrets

Lauren's POV

I close the door to my police car overlooking the medium-sized cabin. I lock eyes with Zayn and he nods. I walk up to a middle-aged male pulling my badge out. "Police Lieutenant Lauren Jauregui from the Chicago Law Enforcement. Did someone named Michael Johnson rented this very cabin about two nights ago?" I point to the cabin behind him.

"Yes."

"Can you give me a subscription?" I grab the pen and pad Zayn handed my way.

"Yes, he was broad and tall about six feet. I didn't really see much of his face but he had brown eyes, curly hair, and a medium-sized beard, " The middle-aged male describes.

I write everything down while Louis draws every description. He hands me the finished product and I nod. "That's him," I murmur.

"Drawing is shit but yes," Louis says.

I turn back to the renter and fix my duty belt. "You don't mind if we search the place?" I raise one eyebrow in question.

"Of course not got ahead," He goes into his car and leaves the scene.

I turn to Zayn, Louis, and Ally letting out a sigh. "He was here..." I let out.

Two SWAT vehicles pull up and Sergeant Bazzi gets out from the lead vehicle. He walks up to me and nods firmly. "We're ready when you are," He confirms.

"Keep most of your man on patrol keep civilians away from the property. You and maybe four-man will enter with us," I spoke.

Andrew nodded and gave orders to his men. He walked back over to me and he nods. We both walk up the steps and enter the cabin. Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Camila walk-in after, looking around everywhere.

Everyone pairs off and I turn to face Camila. "Come on let's search the bedroom," I playfully wink.

Camila laughs and grips my jacket, "No time for games baby we have to be professional."

"One kiss..." I whispered desperately.

Camila chuckles and gently presses our lips together. I let out a small moan our lips moving in perfect sync. Camila pulls on my lower lip slowly resting our foreheads together. "Alright, now back to business," Camila smiles. 

I groan, "Fine."

As everyone searches the rooms and the kitchen, Camila and I search the living room. After lifting every cushion off the couch I look over at Camila to see her blankly staring at the wooden floor.

"Camila..." I call. No response. I walk over to be in front of her and touch her arm. "Camz?"

She immediately snaps out of her trance upon hearing the nickname. "You haven't called me that in ages," A soft smile forms on her lips.

"What's up?" I asked worriedly.

"Just... Thinking..." She trails off. Camila abruptly kneels down and lifts the rug in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused.

"Where did you find the murder weapon at the crime scene?" Camila asks.

"Under the wooden floor planks of the shed. Why?" I respond.

Camila doesn't respond but instead knocks on the wooden floor pressing her ear down.

"What are you doing?" I asked confusingly once more.

"Doesn't sound hallow..." Camila whispers.

"Can you explain?"

"We love hiding stuff under the wooden planks like a trap door. But it sounds normal, not hallow so there's nothing," Camila explains.

"Any other places you all love hiding stuff in?" I asked.

"Most of the time we love hallowing stuff and hiding stuff in it but sometimes we have hidden stuff everywhere," Camila explains.

We hear a whistle, "Lieutenant!"

Camila and I turn to the voice to see Liam smugly leaning against the doorway leading to the living room section.

He wiggles a half piece paper out to me and I take it. Camila stands beside me and clears her throat to read the letter. "'It's been so long since I've seen you, I'll see you soon older brother hold on tight C-'. Looks like he wanted to send this to someone," Camila finished.

"He ripped off the name and the rest of the letter," I spoke.

"Jamie's brother huh?" Ally said when she entered the room.

"You don't think..." I trailed off.

Ally nods her head, "Chris Pratt is Jamie's brother."

Two nights ago...

Jamie's POV

I run my hand through my curly hair that grew out during my small time in prison. I check out the window to check if any SWAT team is after me or police officers but nothing it's all clear. I sit down on the bed as the moonlight illuminates a small part of the room.

I pull out my journal then I pull out the small picture of me and my brother with our parents in a family hug making me choke back a tear. I look at the letter I wrote in my journal for my brother.

"It's been so long since I've seen you, I'll see you soon older brother hold on tight Chris. I heard everything you've been causing in Louisiana, dad would be proud to see that his eldest son is following in his steps. Mom would be too and I for sure am hella proud of you. Love you, bro..."

I shake my head and sigh, "I have to get out of here." A bright smile forms on my lips making me stand up grabbing my bag and rip off the page from the rest of the journal then rip the paper itself not even noticing the other half falling.