Red John had gone. He knew that. But what he failed to understand was how. How Patrick Jane had finally has finally had his revenge. How that little brat survived. He thought Red John had it covered...he thought he was a professional. Apparently he was wrong. He felt as sad as millions of people had felt when Elvis died. He was distraught. The worst part was Patrick Jane's face staring up at him from last month's newspaper. He was a smug git, then next to that newspaper was another one, with both of the Jane's on the front. He had to shake his head as he looked at the blonde girl, he failed to believe she was also the cause of Red John's death, she looked too innocent, unlike her father who had deep eyes which could one minute hold love and the next capture hatred. The man slowly picked up his cup of tea and looked towards the TV screen which occupied the news. Once again it was full of boredom...but not for much longer. The man allowed himself a sly smile and began to go over his plan once more...