Patricia Idv Novels & Stories

he groaned, his eyes moving sharply between them and me. My hand lifted slowly, trembling as I pointed at them. I choked out. “Isaac and my mom were the ones making love in that stall.” “Oh shit.” Ivan’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Patricia stepped forward quickly, panic splashed across her face. “It’s not what you think,” she said hurriedly. Her voice was shaking. “I… I was…” She stuttered, her words tangling together. I snapped. “You were just what?” I barked.

Something far worse. “She was sixteen.” “And Evangeline was dead from a broken neck!” The words exploded out of her. For the first time, something flickered across Declan’s face. Brief. Violent. Gone so quickly Patricia almost thought she imagined it. Patricia pressed on anyway. “She’s an orphan with a prison record and no education. What possible use could she have to you?” Declan’s fingers tapped once against the desk, “She’ll be here shortly,” he said evenly. “You can either prepare a room for her arrival or prepare to leave this house permanently.”

Stared at the photograph. "She looks like you," he said. "All of us do." He set the file down. "When do we start?" "Tomorrow." He nodded. "Then tomorrow." The First Thread The first name on the list was a woman named Patricia. She lived in a small town north of the city. Never married. No children. Worked at a library for thirty years. I drove there alone. The library was small, quiet, full of afternoon light. Patricia was at the front desk, stamping books, her gray hair pulled back.

And wasn’t that just ducky. “I’m just . . . you know. An idiot.” She wiped at her face again. “I’m not good at impressing people. “ getting home Sarah saw a young lady waiting in front of her door with a bag that barely looks heavy “ how may I help you please “ “ I am Patricia Banes from Sylvier care company , I have been assigned to specifically take care of your family.” “ wow” Sarah whispered without thinking “Pardon.” Patricia a young lady who looks a bit twenty-nine answered quickly

But just as her fingers grazed the handle, Patricia’s sharp voice cut through the air. "Ivy, wait!" Ivy froze, mid step. Here we go again . Ivy barely had time to sigh before Patricia’s sharp voice stopped her in her tracks. "You promised to take my son’s case, remember?" Ivy turned slowly, meeting the desperate yet determined gaze of Mrs. Hendrix. "Mrs. Hendrix, I—" "No excuses," Patricia cut her off, stepping forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "I don’t care what it takes. I’ll lay down billions if I have to. Just make sure my son walks out of this untouched."

No shell. “Oh, wow.” Patricia gaped. “I’ll let you off this time, Raven.” Raven smirked as he leaned on his seat. Before she eats, she looks at everyone. “Oh, gorgeous people,” Patricia added as she stood. “By the way, my name is Patricia. I am Hyacinth’s best friend. The one and only.” “Workhalic,” I mumbled. “She’s a workaholic. She doesn't have time for me and she is already married.”

Just Victoria. The drive to Patricia’s apartment took twenty minutes in the rain. The doorman recognized her and waved her inside without comment. The elevator smelled of lemon polish, same as before. Victoria rode it to the fourth floor and stood outside the door, listening to her own heartbeat. She knocked. Patricia opened the door almost immediately, as if she had been waiting right there. She was dressed simply too—a cream-colored blouse, dark jeans, no jewelry except her wedding ring, which she still wore despite the divorce. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, gray streaks catching the light from the window.

"Eva's not a threat, please believe me, she's a sweet soul." I turned to Eva, smiling. "Please, have a seat." Eva narrowed her eyes slightly, taking in the scene, before settling down, she said absolutely nothing, not even a greeting, but I let it slide. Such behaviors are common among women. "Mrs Patricia here was the secretary to the former Sutherland, Quinn's dad and worked with him for over twenty years," I explained, trying to put everyone at ease. Mrs Patricia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I have a family to protect, Mr. Matt. I hope this doesn't interfere with my family?."

"That's not what I asked." Bethwel exhaled. "The records suggest someone was acting on his behalf." "Someone?" "Yes." "Who?" "We're still trying to establish that." Patricia stood abruptly. "So all these years, everyone has been working with incomplete information?" Bethwel nodded. "That is becoming increasingly obvious." Patricia walked toward the window. She remembered the first time she had entered Daniel's office. She had stood outside, looking through the glass before stepping inside. She remembered the desk. The chair. The documents.

What if Patricia really was working for Blake, and she had just told me that fake story to make me trust her? "Patricia," I said slowly. "Can I see your ID?" "Why?" "I just want to make sure you're really a nurse." Patricia looked nervous. "I don't have my ID with me." "What's your last name?" "Smith." "Patricia Smith?" "Yes." I didn't believe her. "What hospital do you work for?" "I work for a private medical service." "What's the name of the service?" "I... I don't think that's important." Patricia was definitely lying now.