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"Okay so it all started a few days ago, the 22nd of October. It was late and dark outside, as usual I had worked my way through the evening on paperwork. The team had long since left to go home except for Jane who was lazing about on his couch as usual, nothing at all out of the ordinary.

I was just getting my stuff to leave when the phone rang, I answered it reluctantly hoping it wasn't a new case and I got my wish but Red John is a case that always makes your stomach turn to ice.

`Lisbon,` I stated.

`I-I Know who Red John is,` the speaker had told me nervously.

`You know who Red John is?` I'd repeated doubtfully.

`Yes, he was my friend,` the person had continued, `until I realized who he was… he told me if I didn't kill Rebecca then he'd kill my whole family… I-I'm so sorry.`

`You're admitting to murder?` I'd wondered trying to figure out if he sounded plausible or not.

`I was scared!` the speaker had wailed, `but I feel so guilty about it, and about all the innocent people he's killed… I really want to help you.`

`So what's his name?` I'd demanded with an increasing heart rate.

`I'd rather tell you in person,` he'd said worriedly, `I-if he bugged my phone then he might already be on his way here to kill me.`

`We'll protect you, tell me his name and I'll drive over to your house right now,` I'd offered figuring if he refused to give a name then the call was probably bogus.

`Okay, okay,` he'd agreed to my mild surprise, `his name is Jesse Maitland, now please come. Hurry.`

After that he'd given me his name, Boris Felder and his address. I'd reassured him again I was on my way and had hung up on him immediately punching in Cho's number. He hadn't answered so I'd left him a message saying we were going to check out Boris' story and that he should get Rigsby, Van Pelt and look into Jesse Maitland, then I'd rushed out to tell Jane.

`Why do you look so excited?` he'd inquired scowling.

`Got a call from this person, claims to be an accomplice of Red John,` I'd told him failing to suppress the surge of hope I felt at finally closing in on Red John, `going to go talk to him now, he said Red John is actually Jesse Maitland.`

`This is one lucky break,` Jane had whispered, `if its genuine.`

`That's why we're going to go talk to him,` I'd explained, `you coming?`

He'd jumped to his feet and we'd both left hurriedly to get to the address Felder had given me. It wasn't in Sacramento, in retrospect zooming off in the middle of the night to an address in the middle of nowhere was probably not the best idea in the world but Jane and I both were on a buzz from the fact we might actually catch him. While I obviously don't have the history with Red John that Jane does, I have still developed a strong desire to catch the sonofabitch if only to save lives, sooth Jane's broken heart and get justice for Sam.

Anyway, eventually we arrived there and as I said it was way off the beaten track, right next to an old abandoned mine. It was more of a run down shack than a house but at the time I figured Felder was probably hiding out there because he was scared of Red John.

`Boris Felder?` I'd called strolling towards the shack with Jane in tow, `its Agent Teresa Lisbon of the CBI, we spoke on the phone.`

After there was no answer I began to feel worried and judging by the anxious look in Jane's desperate eyes he was too. I knocked loudly on the door and it swung open, the lock had long ago rusted away and by the sound of the screeching hinges they were pretty rusted too.

I'd pulled my gun and entered the hut, I heard a scream coming from behind the door on the opposite wall and had run towards it. Only stopping in my tracks when I heard the door behind me slam shut, me and Jane had both spun to see a man in a gas mask standing in front of the door as he throw something at us.

Before I could react a blinding flash of light blasted from it, I yelped and dropped my gun while the gas filled the room. I blinked to try and clear my vision seeing only clouds of smoke and the blurry image of Jane who was swaying on his feet, my own legs started to wobble and I suddenly felt very, very tired. I couldn't stop my eyelids from fluttering closed…"