Love Crimes: A Patrick Breeding Story [Completed]

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T H E P R E S E N T

S H A W N

I was walking in front of Kelly and Officer Moore as Kelly rambled on about our unborn child. It's been a few weeks since I told him about being pregnant and I swear that's all he talks about now. I rolled my eyes thinking of our previous conversations.

"Shawn!"

I stopped and turned around to look at Kelly. "Yes detective."

"How many months are you again?" He asked as he smiled, meaning he already knew the answer to the question but just wanted me to tell Moore.

"Three mon--"

"Three months, man!" He said excitedly as he interrupted me. I continued on into the prison with the guys behind me.

After coming from Patrick's apartment that day and returning to the office, we found out that we were in some trouble. Our boss was pissed when he found out that we broke into someone's apartment just for some evidence that we "did not find". He suspended all of us but he took the pictures, the knives, and the webcam that we found in the apartment. He confirmed to us this morning that the items collected did indeed have Patrick's fingerprints on them, leading them to believe furthermore that Patrick killed Mia. We were heading to the prison now to question him and get him to confess and say why he did it.

I made it up to the desk where some of the guards were without looking at them. I began shuffling through my purse for my badge that I just so happened to misplace today. "Hi, I'm detective Allen. I'm coming to speak with Patrick Breeding." I found my badge and held it up to them. They looked at one another before beginning to speak but then, Kelly interrupted again.

"Be careful with this one guys.. She's currently carrying my child." He rubbed circles around my belly.

"Congratulations.." One of the guards spoke. "And um, who'd you say again?"

"Patrick Breeding. The one who's in confinement." I told him again hoping that he'd become more aware with who I was referring too.

"Oh yeah.. Breeding. Ha.. Tough little fucker." He said.

"He's been talking about you for a minute. He's been waiting to see you!"

"I'm sure he has." I said with a sarcastic smile.

The guards laughed as they let us through and led us through the back. We sat in a waiting room as they prepared Patrick to see me.

"I'm going with you, you know that right?" Kelly leaned over and told me.

I nodded and the guards came back in. They looked surprised, as if something had caught them off guard. I stood up. "What's wrong?" I immediately asked.

"He's ... He's gone." The guard looked scared.

"He's what?!" Kelly went into a rage.

"He's gone! He wasn't in the room! He's not there!"

The other guard ran out to inform everyone of higher authority about what just happened. I grabbed my chest as I panicked. This was not good. This couldn't be good. Kelly's face flushed of color and I already knew what he was thinking: