Killing Patton Novels & Stories

Patricia said finally. The word fell like something irretrievable. Everyone made a sound in his throat that wasn’t quite a sigh. “But I didn’t know people would die,” Patricia continued. “I want that on record. I didn’t know about Marcus, Victoria or Jennifer. Richard said it was clean, just some legal pressure, simply business—” “Three people are dead,” Avalon said. His voice was flat. “And my wife took a bullet.” Patricia looked at Selene and for a moment — one unguarded moment — something that looked like genuine remorse passed across her face.

Hunter’s fingers clenched around the phone so tight they went numb. “What?” It came out a croak. “She’s coming here to pick up where her old man left off. Gets in two days from now.” Fuck. Did that whole family have a death wish? Hunter ran a hand over his face. John Patterson had just been killed over there in a very barbaric way because of his beliefs. And the anti-American sentiment wasn’t any better over there now than it had been at the time of the murder. “Stupid timing.” Smack at the end of Ramadan, which would only make the radicals bolder if they wanted to try anything. As if they needed more incentive to carry out attacks on Americans, he thought with a disgusted shake of his head.

The last sight of her I saw was her clutching the knife, pointed at her chest, before taking the easy way out of this punishment… The camera feed instantly cut out from getting crushed by the walls, and reality came rushing into me. ‘I… I caused that.’ I suddenly fell back onto the ground. Apparently I had been standing, as the realizations kept on hitting me. Not only did I kill Aka, and frame Mia, but I also just caused everyone else to be killed off… and in such a brutal fashion. Poppy, Mia, Urkstin, and Liam… They were all dead, because of me…

"Liam, shut up! Do you know Captain Craig handled three bombs in a row yesterday? He barely had time to take two bites of a compressed ration! You sit in the office all day while we take the fieldwork. How would you know how exhausted he is? "He didn't get home until one in the morning. His phone died, and he collapsed the moment he lay down. What's wrong with that?" Even members of Liam's own team couldn't stand it anymore. "Enough, Liam. It really wasn't Captain Craig's shift last night. If anything, we were just unlucky." Liam staggered back and dropped into a seat, his lips trembling. "What are you all doing standing around here?!" The police chief's furious shout rang out from behind us

Patricia stumbled backward, her hand over her mouth. I looked directly at her, my voice stronger than it had been in years. "Claudia Hart killed them!” Patricia's face went white as death itself.

Patrick told Sonny and L as they searched the warehouse, killing all the people they don’t know. With no mercy. “I can’t find her.” Sonny and L came to Patrick. Patrick nodded at a door in front of him. “She’s here.” He told them and walked to the door, kicking it open. He was right. Patrice was there. With Jacob and Jillian. “Jillian Lee?” L asked in disbelief. “You did this?!” He asked in anger as he tightened his grip on the hand gun. Jillian looked at him and smirked. “You came, Lance Kim.” She told him. “Remember that I told you, you won’t be happy? I mean that.” She smirked as she walked towards Patrice.

In the meantime, Lilian continued to yell at me. She claimed that I got her son killed. She wanted them to shoot me to death. I looked at the cops. “Sir, I found a surveillance system at the top of the mountain. We’ll know the truth once we get the footage. Lucius’s death has nothing to do with me. He wanted to kill me instead.” Lucius was ignorant of something when he took me up the mountain. The top of the mountain was monitored. He had committed a crime, whether I rescued him or not.

“Patrick Carter was killed in a tragic work accident.” “It wasn’t an accident,” Talen shook his head. “It was murder.” “Because of this?” Heath looked at the folder frowning. The vampire was right, of course, he realized. The contents of the folder were sufficient motivation for the pack to kill Patrick Carter, but that would require the pack knowing that the humans were collecting the evidence that rested under Heath’s palm, and surely, he would have heard if it were so – Charlie would not have been able to resist the urge to rub it in his face that the pack was having to clean up behind Heath and the Triquetra.

Mr Smith said, removing the glasses he was putting on. They all motioned to the living, still thinking about Dave's issue when Patricia came in with Susannah which got them all bewildered. "Susannah!!!!!!!" They all screamed, forgetting about Dave's predicament. She was happy to see them alive, likewise. "Missed you guys," she said, hugging them one after the other. "Thompson is dead, I killed him," Patricia said, diverting their attention to her. "You killed him, you are indeed strong," Mrs Smith said smiling, if only they knew what lies ahead.

The sound echoed through the small speakers of the phone, sharp and final. I flinched. Not because I didn’t expect it. But because of how easily it happened. No hesitation. No second thought. Just a decision already made long before that trigger was pulled. Patrick fell. Just like that. A life ended in seconds. Not by accident. Not by impulse. But by design. Cold. Planned. Executed. The video didn’t cut immediately. It stayed. Long enough to show Benson lowering the gun. Long enough to show him looking around—not in panic, but in calculation.