“I’m glad that worked out. Now, you’re ready to take on something more ambitious,” he said.
“Like what?”
“Well, I found out some stuff about that Sarah.”
“What sort of stuff?” Patrick asked, cocking an eyebrow in suspicion.
“She’s not as good as she seems to be. I found that she knows you did the thing at school yesterday, and is planning to frame you.”
Patrick slammed his fist on the table. “She wouldn’t!”
“Or would she? Think about it,” Carter said, leaning back in his chair.
Patrick sunk back. Now that he thought about it, she might do such a thing. This whole nicey-nice persona she gave off could just be a set up, to get him to slip up.
“What do you have planned?”
Carter smilied that Cheshire-cat smile again. “I knew you’d come around. I need you to bring her to the old abandoned church, telling her you just wanted to show it to her. Then, I’ll take care of her myself.”
Patrick was taken aback. “What? What do you mean?”
Carter waved his hand, “You can be persuasive and naive, just wing it.”