He'd never been good with apologies.
In this case, he wasn't sure it was his place to apologize but sometimes pride goes before a fall. In this case, the ends justified the means. Surely, it must.
It would change the dynamics of their relationship if his apology was specific. He sincerely felt sorry for arguing with her while still feeling offended that she betrayed his trust, trust that was hard-won.
And yet he trusted her with his life. If he trusted her judgment with that, she must have had the best intentions when she told Van Pelt about the list.
The phone rang again, the ringtone she'd found specifically for Jane's calls: John Lennon's Mind Games. Irritated, she let it go to voicemail.
The small dots on her monitor seemed so random, so inconclusive. These seven men were living their lives, going about their business. This strictly illegal act on her part – was it worth it? Red John had always remained ten steps ahead of them, completely anticipating their next move like he could read their minds. Was Jane right? Had she endangered the lives of her team by giving Red John an opening to the destruction of them all?