Does Patrick Bateman Get Caught Novels & Stories

send him my regards for that Sandy: I will Lucas: Sandy ... (clears throat) ... I don't mean to ruin your escapade or anything ... but there's something you need to know ... Sandy: What is it? (Looking at John talking to the room manager) Lucas: It's about Patrick Sandy: (Walked out to the balcony) What is it? Lucas: I had some people checked on him, he did indeed bought a one-way ticket to Bhorma only one day after the restraining order expired

For him to call, something had to be wrong. Reluctantly, she picked up. “What is it? I’m busy.” Hearing her voice, Patrick quickly glanced toward the two men still standing outside. He had slipped into the courtyard to make the call in secret, half-hoping this was all some elaborate scam. "You’re lying!" Patrick hissed. "I just called Paulina, and she’s totally fine. She’s at work. You're just scammers!" He thought he’d been subtle, but both Spencer and Darian had noticed. They simply chose not to stop him.

He was shaking but he could not move freely because of the tying. “Hello again, you scroundel. This is our second meeting, isn’t it?” Gerald greeted. He tried to stay calm during this interrogation. “Let me go! I didn’t do something wrong to you, right!” Patrick was actually clueless, He just sold his step-daughter to the mafia, got the money and then left with peace without doing anything suspicious to any of them. He claimed himself innocent. “You are too loud. Chill, you bastard.” Gerald looked at Patrick with piercing gaze. He wanted to kick his face pretty bad but he still needed to confirm something.

As Chase refired the bullet, a hole appeared in Leigh's forehead behind Eric, and he immediately fell down. Chase appeared as though he was looking at a corpse. Facing his gaze, Eric immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Chase, Mr. Chase, d-don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. My name is Eric Bateman, and I'm the only son of the Bateman family—a prominent family in Chitara. I can give you anything you want!" "Oh, really?" Chase chuckled teasingly. "Can you tell me where the headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance is?"

When I couldn’t find anything, I suddenly spun around and stared at the massive freezer container still hissing white vapor and rumbling loudly. A terrible thought exploded in everyone’s minds at once. I let out a desperate shout and lunged toward Patrick, who was still being held down by security. “Oh my God, Patrick! “You stopped me from opening the container earlier… you said the seal had just been waxed… “Don’t tell me…” Patrick had just been released. He had already collapsed onto the ground. His pants were soaked through, and the sharp smell of urine hung in the air. Hearing my accusation and seeing the clothes scattered from the car, he finally broke down.

Quiet, calculated triumph. Patrick was caught. Not just in guilt—but in proof. He had turned. And now, he was evidence on two legs. Later that night, she opened her journal and wrote: The easiest way to see betrayal is to let the betrayer think you aren’t watching. Patrick believes he’s playing us. Camilla believes she’s ahead of the game. But they’re both sprinting toward the same cliff. And I’m the one drawing the finish line. Across the city, in a dimly lit bar, Patrick hunched over his phone.

A bad move could spook prey and Patrick was the type to run. A plan was forming in my mind, threads weaving together like a hunt pattern… but it wasn’t ready to be spoken yet. “Anything else?” I asked. They shook their heads. Amelia gestured to my food. “Go ahead and continue with your meal.” I nodded, alright ladies, come to me when you find something. They nodded and left, shutting the door. I went back to my food. Patrick was running a factory behind Margaret’s back… That meant hidden money, hidden people, hidden sins, and I had walked straight into his territory by moving into that house.

But if he doesn't, I'll reschedule my flight for tomorrow and I'll be gone for good. My phone flashed on and beeped. A new message, from an unknown number. It was a video, I played it and I heard my moans. Damn. This was me and Patrick recorded these videos. My phone slid out of my shaky hands as I slump to the ground, sitting and staring in space as my mind numbed. Warm tears dropped from my glassy eyes and lined my pale cheeks. Patrick betrayed me. He filmed everytime he fucked me without my knowledge.

Suddenly, there's a continuous knock on the door. " Don't open it," Patrick ordered his guys. I stood behind Ryder and next to Pearl. " Did you.." I left the question to hang in the air. But my best friend understood it. " I did," she nervously whispered back. Hearing her answer, I can tell that the person on the other side of the door would be teachers or Police. Or both. " This isn't true. I don't believe it. You are the one who betrayed me, not Emma. I know she loves prank but she never goes to this level." Patrick tried to convince himself and dropped the knife on the floor. But still one of his hand is in his pocket.

Her jaw dropped when she realised who it was under that bloodied face. Mr Patrick. He hadn’t abandoned them; he’d been caught. The suit he wore was ripped and bloody, his eyes swollen shut, and his hair dishevelled and falling over his face. “You two have been very naughty. This is how you hid your thoughts from me, and you thought I wouldn’t find out,” Hansson said. “I know everything.” She still couldn’t take her eyes off Mr Patrick’s face. The professor blinked a few times as he tried to open and focus his eyes. How had he even got caught? He’d said he could handle himself. He’d said everything would be okay.