Patrick could write an entertaining book, detailing the exploits of his main character, Taprick S. Pomlinson, an award winning novelist who unwittingly stumbles onto a globe spanning cult, with chapters in America, Canada, and Sweden. The cult has its reach at the highest and lowest echelons of power and society, from federal judges to mafia hitmen. It's all hidden in plain sight, where as part of their rituals, these stalker cultists openly confess their crimes on the internet but everyone is too blind to see. It's up to our unwilling hero, Taprick, who breaks the mold of what we consider to be fiction writers by being a real badass. He shoots guns, drives muscle cars and motorcycles, but he's also surprisingly cultured- he cooks, he has a deep love of the written word, even going so far as to have a passage tattooed on him in an esoteric fictional language. He's attracted the attention of this cult, and they set out to destroy him, but he's just going to roll up his sleeves and clean house. He'll feed them their own teeth with a spoon, right before incapacitating and holding them immobile. They won't get to enjoy their unearned privilege and power for much longer, but... they will enjoy prison.
But we all know that Patrick won't write a fucking word of it.