Author's note: Written for the Paint It Red October 2012 Monthly Challenge - prompt: Surrender.
No white flag
One evening she finds a dozen red roses on her doorstep. You're beautiful – says a note tucked among the flowers.
She throws them into the dustbin, but keeps the note. Though she's almost sure there'll be no forensic evidence on it.
That night she lies awake on her bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering which kind of perverse fantasies Red John's nursing about her.
Whether they involve a steel blade, or something… different.
She muses about offering herself as a gift to him, like Lorelei did with Jane.
He's not the only one that can play games after all.