Patrick has lived in the GTA all of his life. As a child, he grew up in a small rural town and instantly grew fond of the vast open space. The country setting was enjoyable with wildlife literally living in his backyard. He always enjoyed spending time outdoors and often went hiking and biking. Television greatly appealed to him, in particularly mystery and adventures such as Alfred Hitchcock and Swiss Family Robinson. Over the years he has enjoyed Stephen King’s novels and two of his favourites include Pet Cemetery and Salem’s Lot. After graduating, he spent most of my time running his own business while taking time to unwind by either watching a movie, or engaging in various sports including tennis. The big screen has always fascinated him and recently he decided to pool his creative effort with my sister, Imma. Recently, they’ve completed their mystery trilogy, titled, Mind Duels. Currently, they’re working on their next endeavour which they’ll keep you posted through their website, www.mindduels.com. Patrick also enjoys writing poetry, which he periodically adds to the website listed above.
He slipped on a pair of plastic gloves, then drew the sharp butcher knife from the wooden block. “Chester, we’re ready to begin,” he calmly announced to his cat who sat on a stool next to the table. She lay helpless. Both her arms and legs were securely tied to the table, restricting her blood flow. A cloth was wrapped tightly around her face gagging her mouth shut. Her eyes widened with fear as the cold edge sent chills along the length of her throat. “Don’t worry soon you’ll be cleansed of all your earthly sins."
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With long strokes, he watched each clump fall indiscriminately onto the floor. After several more strokes his head was virtually clean shaven. He reached for the baseball cap and adjusted the brim until it rested slightly above his eyes. Amazing, he thought. It took him awhile to adjust to his new look. He barely recognized himself. But, he couldn’t leave anything to chance and once again grabbed the razor. His beard took a complete hit. Then he carefully sculpted the hairs around his upper lip, leaving his moustache intact. Lastly, he slid on his shades, and stared intently ahead. I think I’m safe to hit town now. The mirror reflected a sly smile.
“Hold your fire. I have a lady here and won’t be afraid to blow her brains out if anyone tries anything. Here’s the deal—I want a ride out of here on that chopper. Make sure no one is on it, except for the pilot. And just in case anyone is even thinking of trying something funny, be forewarned this bag is packed with enough explosives to wipe out the entire block. I have the detonator in my hand, which can be activated by two ways. It can be activated by this little button—”
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