"Okay Cho, what we got" Lisbon's voice echoed through the empty house. She sounded exhausted Patrick thought, or maybe just fed up. They all did when they got called to another one of these cases, apart from Patrick. For the others Red John cases blurred together, but for Patrick every detail stayed securely preserved in his mind.
Patrick wandered around the house but every room was empty and bare, the only thing that filled them all was silence, and a gathering of dust until the very last room at the end of the upstairs hallway, memories came flooding back which harshly disrupted his concentration. For him he realised how the person that opened this door felt and knew Red John strategically committed his acts in this room. He could have killed anywhere but for it to be in this room someone would have had to search all over the house, with the thought that something was wrong with every empty room thy entered until the very last room.
Patrick opened the door, mimicking the actions that once were his and probably of the person that also was greeted by this. instantly Patrick was hit with the image that often kept him awake at night, the Red John smiley face, it brought back horrific memories like a tidal wave but he forced them out of his mind and tried to focus on the event that presented its self now.
Patrick scanned the room and again, apart from the bodies, it was empty to the eye but it was filled with something far more disturbing. The horror of what happened filled the room, the air thick and warm, fear could be smelt from the emotions that the now lifeless bodies went through and the presence of evil still lingered. There were three bodies which mildly shocked Patrick, usually Red John had only one or two victims at a time but three, someone must have really pissed him off. Patrick observed the mutilated bodies that leaned against the white wall with now a hint of red, there was a male probably late teens early 20's and two females of different ages, the younger female was around the same age as the male and the older female was maybe early 60's. They all have similar characteristics so probably all family, brother, sister and their mother perhaps. He then noticed the extra care and attention that the wounds had on each of the three bodies, this wasn't just a quick slice and dice like a butcher, the deaths of each of them were carefully planned causing patrick to believe that this wasnt just random, he did this to affect somebody, haunting them with these memories for the rest of their life but who? Even though this was a more personal attack similar to an event he had to endure with it wasn't obviously linked to him in any way apart from the fact that it was Red John that did this.
"Jane!" Lisbon shouted interrupting Patrick, he got up slowly trying to regain his train of though but Lisbon shouted again "Jane! Do i have to drag you down from up there!" As he left the room a sense of relief passed over him, the air was thinner and he felt he could breathe a little easier. "Finally" Lisbon sighed.
"My apologies Lisbon, somethings you just can't rush"
Lisbon rolled her eyes, "whatever, someone from Sutter medical centre asked if we could go down, they think one of the more recent patients might be linked to one of the victims"
patrick paused for a moment, "Sutter medical centre?"
"Yes, why? do you know it?" Lisbon climbed into the SUV whilst Patrick's mind wandered, his body and mind completely separate wondering if he should tell Lisbon or wether it be best to leave it. The last time they brushed over the subject it was a rather uncomfortable experience which played in his mind.
"A psychiatrist? But you hate psychiatrists!"
"She was... a good psychiatrist."
"She must have been, to keep you in the room."
"It was a locked room."
"...oh"