Livid Patricia Cornwell Novels & Stories

Patricia waltz in catching us unaware. “Life. Yes, life.” Mrs. Patricia says very stunned upon seeing her. “Oh ok. Mother I know the doctor said you need sugar, but please slow down a bit. You’ve had coke today.” “Noted doctor.” “Ray’s asking if the food isn’t ready." “It is. I’ll dish it out now, and we will be right behind you.” Mrs. Charity responds I shake my head, grabbing a bottle of wine. “Sly. To life? How many lies? and the day isn’t over. Should I be worried?” Mrs. Patricia whispers once Pat is out of the kitchen.

“Patricia is a very beautiful woman, and she lives in this big house with luxury. What was causing her depression, and why does it feel like the Dahl family is trying to hide something?” Vivian knew that a respectable family like the Dahl family would not allow their reputation to be ruined. However, she still assumed that Dahl was indeed trying to hide something when the company didn't release more information about Patricia's death. She was the president's wife, but when Vivian tried to find more information about the woman, she couldn't find it.

Her eyes, though clouded with age, were as sharp as flint as they landed on my stomach, then my face. “The Black Widow heir and the little troublemaker,” Patricia wheezed, a ghost of a smirk appearing. “I suppose you didn't come here just to see if I was still breathing. What do you want, Luna?” I didn't hesitate. I sat in the chair opposite her, leaning forward until I could see the reflection of the morning light in her dark pupils. “I want to know about the extinction, Granny Patricia. The pack that was wiped out fifteen years ago. The one with the wolf pelt charms.”

Patricia had been watching us all this time? “But she’s dead,” I whispered, voice barely holding steady. “So who’s still doing this?” Martinez flipped a page in his notebook, his eyes meeting mine. “We found one more thing in her files. Patricia had another daughter. Not Rebecca. A secret daughter she never admitted to. Her name is Diana Moore. She lives right here in the city.” He paused, the silence stretching. “And she works at Evan’s school. As his teacher’s aide.”

"...What are you about to do?" Patricia stared down at her, still holding the knife in her hands. Her eyes seemed distant and sad. It was obvious she was trying hard not to just kill herself with the knife. She didn't want to see Morris's face ever again, but at the same time, she wanted to stay alive to get her revenge. She wanted to frustrate Morris as much as she could before dying.

I said firmly, "thank you for the compliment, but if that’s all I need to put her down for her nap so is there a reason you are here?” Patricia blinked, her enthusiasm dimming slightly as she glanced between me and Elara, clearly realizing that she wasn't getting any further. But instead of backing down, she flashed me another smile, this one tighter, as if she were fighting the rejection. "I understand," she said softly, clasping her hands in front of her. "It's just… Coral said I should come here and wait for her to arrive. It seems like she hasn’t told you about me so I guess I’ll just go and come back later when she’s around so…” she took two steps backwards, flashing a sad smile. “Sorry

said Patricia while putting the book aside. “Why you call me whore?” asked Manfred. “Guess what she found?” said Matilda. “What? don’t tell me she found a pile of my condom under my bed” he said afraid. Matilda gives him a sigh and Patricia smiles with the corner of her lips. “It was better in laundry” she said and got up. “What was there?” asked Manfred. “Your girl’s remains” she said. “Oh goodness” he said and put his head back on the sofa.

Patricia said. "Is there anything else you saw at the scene?" Patricia asked. "No, I was devastated so aside from what I told you I didn't have time to scan the environment for anything else," Zora said. "Are you a cop?" she asked curiously. "No, It's just that my instincts tell me something was wrong with the findings claiming Angela was guilty," Patricia informed Zora. "Thank you for coming out to meet me. I am going to make sure the true criminal is apprehended. I know you know where Angela is. Keep her and my grandchild safe. I'll speak to an officer friend of mine to help me find the true murderer," Patricia said.

No, I kept walking, eager to make Patricia answer for her crimes. I reached a room, the door was slightly ajar and I pushed it open. The next thing I saw was Patricia’s bloodied body falling on top of me. She had a kitchen knife lodged in her stomach and blood was seeping out, staining her clothes and pooling on the floor beneath her. Her face was contorted in pain and she gasped for breath. I recoiled in horror, scrambling to push her off me as I struggled to process the gruesome scene before me. I was petrified. And it didn’t help that I heard footsteps approaching.

Valeria rushed the women. “Yes, my lady.” Valeria checked on Patricia. She had fainted. Valeria looked at Gadriel with a smile of dignity. Without moving a single finger against Gadriel to provoke pain to Amelia, she was going to suffer. And it could be good that Patricia died once and for all. ***********