Kenzie took another sip of her water. Patrick had chosen a fancy-ass restaurant, making Kenzie choose an emerald dress she had hoped fit. She looked at Kristina, who was sitting across from her.
"You look very nice. I like your dress," said Kenzie.
"Well, I love the color of yours," said Kristina. "If anything, I'd say it's a date dress."
"Oh, that's not–"
"Don't worry. I know it's not... Have you dated anyone after your daughter's father?"
"Is it that obvious?"
A waiter walked up to them. "Hi."
"Hi."
"Uh, my name's Gerard. I'll be your server this evening. Would you like to hear our specials?"
Kenzie opened her mouth to order, but Kristina took Gerard's left hand into hers. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Gerard, but I'm getting a message from, uh, your mother. A Janette, no, um, Janis."
Kenzie looked down with an annoyed sigh.
"My mother's brother Edward. He died five years ago. He was a tight end at Alabama in the '60s. Oh. Uh, they're called the Crimson Tide. Uh, that's their rallying cry– 'Roll Tide.'"
"Oh."
"Well, uh, I'd like to have the clam chowder and the lamb, medium, and the arugula salad," said Kenzie.
"I'll have the fish," said Kristina.
Gerard took the menu from the ladies. Kenzie sighed and let out a laugh.
"What?"
"Come on."
"I'm sorry, but is it so hard to imagine that I'm not putting on an act? That... that I really am what I say I am? His mother sent a message. I'm meant to help. That's all. It happens to me all the time."
"Alright. I'm sorry."
The two of them managed to continue having their conversations. Kenzie was remarking on the time Patrick went to jail.
"No," said Kristina.
"Yes, I'm telling you," said Kenzie.
"No. No. He went to jail, really?"
"Come on. It's not that hard to believe."
"For how long?"
"He was there for two days and two nights."
"How he'd get out?"
"He escaped."
"Really?"
"According to him, it's all timing."
Kristina bursted out laughing. "Uh-huh."
Kenzie shrugged. Her phone rang. "Oh. I'm so sorry. It's work. Hello?"
"Kenzie, you need to come to the office right now."
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Kenzie, who was still in her dress, Patrick, Hightower, and the team stood around Van Pelt's computer screen, looking at the video of a woman getting murdered. She woke up, saw the intruder, and screamed. Van Pelt sped the video up and paused the video. A bloody smile is drawn on the wall.
"It was posted on the Internet an hour ago on a popular notice board," said Van Pelt. "There's a message that goes with it. 'I am becoming what I was meant to be. Your children's children will worship me.' We don't know when or where the video was made."
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I Bet on Losing Dogs - Patrick Jane
Fanfiction"I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring, Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, ...
