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Til The End Ch.17
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Market Street Warehouse
Patrick sat at his desk, waiting for word on the child. He promised Alexandra that he would get the child, and even though she was dead, he still kept his promises. It was strange how things just happened to think if he had found those papers he probably be halfway to Cancun, instead of this warehouse at 1 am waiting for word, on a kid.
Flashback Salem University Hospital
Patrick stood outside the hospital trying desperately to blend in, he wished he could have just sent one of his mean, but they weren't the kind of men that could blend in at any place, much less a hospital. Seeing the nurse leave the records room, he slips past security and enters.
Seeing the large filing cabinet Patrick tries to think of where to start. He mission was to find Alexandra a suitable baby, or more accurately a poor woman that was pregnant and desperate enough to sell her child. Seeing that wards divide the file cabinets he heads over to the maternity section.
Using his lock picking kit he jimmies open the lock, and laughs at how flimsy it's for something so important. Opening it, he starts to pick names at random and is annoyed to find that the records are separated no other category then last name. Bored Patrick begins to walk toward the door, prepared to tell Lexie that he found no suitable candidates when he notices a file sticking out from a cabinet,
Patrick wonders why the nurse was in such a rush that she left the file cabinet open. Interested piqued he walks over and seeing the last name Black, Patrick pauses and picks up the folder.
Chloe Michele Lane Black
Remembering Lexie's hatred for all things Black he opens the file and begins skimming. Reading the file he discovered that Chloe Lane Black was still being seen for bi-yearly check-ups to watch her cancer remission. The notes seem routine until he sees some red ink. Mrs. Black doctor apparently thought it was a bad idea for her to try to have children.
March 21, 2006
Ignoring Doctors warning Chloe became pregnant in early January, and suffered a miscarriage in February.
*** It's imperative that Chloe know that prenatal vitamins may react badly to the medication she takes for her Anemia.
April 15, 2006
Received request for records from London City Hospital.
December 31, 2006
Received request for records from St. Anna Hospital of Rome.
March 23, 2007Prenatal vitamins seemed to have had no affect on Chloe's anemic state.
It wasn't anything big, just the dates seem, off. Why would the doctor remark about prenatal vitamins more then a year after her miscarriage, and why some many hospitals asking for her records. Patrick puts the folder back and waits to sneak out of the room, when he sees a clear coast he quickly walks away form the area.
Taking out his phone he calls a contact in Rome. "James, it's Pat, I need hospital file for a Chloe Lane Black, fax it to the Mansion.
"That'll take some time."
"You got two hours."
And sure enough two hours later Patrick holds in hand a file from St. Anna Hospital of Rome, and he had all he needed, there was no file for Chloe Lane Black, but a woman with her exact same vital statistics named Anna Miles did. Reading the file put Patrick in seventh heaven.
Because on December 29, 2006, one Anne Miles gave birth to a baby girl named Gabriella Patrice Miles who was later adopted by Craig and Nancy Wesley.
Flashback Over
He had known that Lexie was going to want the child, not just for herself, but also for revenge. Which he admitted was a screwed reason to want to kidnap a child, but who was he to talk. He only wanted the kid, to keep his word to a dead woman. Of course the fact that it pissed off several people also made it more worthwhile.
Patrick smiles at the thought. "Life is Good."
"I wouldn't say that so soon." Mac walked out of the shadows and stood in front of his desk. Patrick had certainly changed, and not just his personality, he laughing green eyes were now hard and unreadable.
"Mackenzie Red Wolf, you're supposed to be dead."
"This coming from the man I buried four years ago." She smiled when his eyes narrowed. " I have a score to settle with you."
Patrick stands and moves to stand almost eye-to-eye. "Really, please enlighten me."
Taking a step back the woman begin walking around the room ignoring his stare. "Now, please understand I usually don't hold people accountable for things they do, when under the influence of a DiMera brain chip, but you pissed me off." "You made two mistakes, the first was not hiring a competent hit man, and the second was trying to have my goddaughter kidnapped."
Realization donned in Patrick's eyes. "You have the girl."
"Duh." Shaking her head she moves to stand back in front of him. " Did you honestly think that you and that ditzy aunt of mine would actually get the better of me." Mac holds her sides as the laughter takes over her. "Hello, I was Machiavelli DiMera, okay." " Child prodigy, gifted mercenary, and all around evil bitch," "I'm really really good."
Patrick clenches his fist at her conceit, she thinks she god's gift, but he'll show. Moving quickly Patrick deliver a roundhouse kick to her face, that knocks her to the ground. Patrick pulls his gun and points at her head. "You're right, you are really really good."
"Yup, I am." Patrick's smile drops at her continued self-promotion, and Mac uses the moment to pull his leg out from under him. Jumping up quickly Mac pulls both her guns and fires two shoots.
Hearing commotion on the stairs Mac leaves the room the same way she came in through the firs escape.