As the medical examiners rolled the stretcher past her, Van Pelt turned her eyes away to not look at the gruesome body of Matthew Waves.
Inside the attic, Cho, Rigsby and their new boss, Ray Haffner; were busy scouring the scene for any clues at all. It took her a few moments to tear her eyes from the blood on the wall to see Jane sitting near the window, his eyes sad and fixed on some distant building; clearly troubled by what had happened.
This is my fault, she thought angrily as she realized had she not let Waves get under her skin maybe this wouldn't have happened. "Any clues from Bertram's office?" Rigsby asked her and the red head shook her head negatively before answering, "He got in and out pretty fast."
"It just doesn't make sense," Haffner said as he stood up and remarked, "This is an entirely different M.O. From anything he's done before."
"How could he have even gotten up here without being seen?" Rigsby wondered.
"Waves must've already been in here, trying to pin something on Jane..." Grace paused and remarked, "So he must have found something. And we know that Red John has managed to get in this building before."
"It's not Red John," she heard Patrick say in an almost weak voice and the agents turned to him in surprise even as the forensic analyst Partridge remarked dryly, "Let me guess, you have a hunch?"
"Red John doesn't take hostages, he doesn't leave clues like this. If he wanted to hurt me, this is not how he would do it," Jane answered. "You're speculating Jane, besides if I recall correctly Red John did take a hostage once; that psychic Frye," Haffner pointed out.
"I'm telling you, this wasn't him," Jane said firmly. "You need to give me more than just a feeling," their new boss insisted. Pausing the CBI consultant nodded and then gestured toward the phone and explained, "I know it wasn't Red John...because he told me."