Another day began peacefully enough for Camilla until morning news reported a brazen theft. Someone had stolen an expensive gem belonging to the Greenfield family - billionaires with top-tier mansion security. Camilla was simultaneously shocked and intrigued. She'd always prided herself on appreciating a challenge, and this seemed beyond anything she'd encountered.

Arriving at work, Camilla immediately called a department-wide meeting, demanding every officer focus on finding the thief or gathering useful information. For hours she researched, drinking bitter black coffee to stay awake through the night, disrupting her sleep schedule completely. The thief had ruined her routine and yielded nothing concrete, leaving Camilla burning with rage.

Finally, inspiration struck. She stopped the town-wide manhunt chaos and consulted Bonnie, her long-time friend and ally, developing a new plan. Camilla reluctantly dressed up for a fancy event with her husband as cover, knowing the thief would likely target such a gathering.

One guest stood out immediately - Camilla's instincts screaming to watch them closely. As the event concluded, her suspicions proved correct when an item went missing. Breaking free from her husband's grasp, Camilla chased after the suspect as they attempted to flee.

Leaving her backup behind, Camilla caught the thief by their hair, slamming them against a wall and pressing her glock to the back of their skull. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her fingers tightened in their locks, nearly yanking their head back to arch their spine.

"Now, why would a lady like you need to steal things that don't belong to you?" she whispered, her lips brushing against their earlobe. Her voice carried both danger and unexpected seduction.

"Do you thrive on being rich? Or maybe..." She paused, loosening her grip slightly while pressing the gun barrel deeper before dragging it down to their lower spine. "You enjoy being the center of attention?"

Silence hung in the air as Camilla regained her composure. Her heels clicked against the floor as she stepped back, maintaining her grip on their hair to drag them toward her vehicle. Tossing them into the passenger seat, she slid behind the wheel, her pistol resting openly on her lap.

"Now, you're going to behave and answer a few questions," she said in a deep, raspy voice, her hand hovering near the weapon. "If you try anything stupid, I'll cuff you to this car and gag that pretty mouth of yours."