His heart skipped a beat when the sidekick directed his gun at Gale Bertram and pulled the trigger. He wasn't really expecting that; then a voice made itself heard from the shadows gathering at the other end of the chapel, a voice he knew only too well.
Red John was there; and he still thought he was the smarter man in the room, while he actually was not. Jane still had an ace up his sleeve, so to speak.
The decade-long chase for the man that had murdered his wife and child was finally over.
It was zero hour now.