Mickey and Albert stared at Jane.

"Who are you?" Mickey was in flash of anger. Albert was taken by surprise too. Mickey got up.

"Michael, sit down" Albert told him. Mickey obeyed.

"It's alright; I used to be a conman too." Jane smiled trying to display his harmlessness.

"So you're now a police officer?" Mickey asked.

"No, I'm a consultant. I work with the CBI using the same skills as I done a few years ago. Used to pretend to be a psychic you see"

"Amaze me" Mickey demanded. His face was not amused.

"Well, you're conman from London and I could tell that you've been a very successful one by the looks of it. You look like a person with a sense of duty. It's probably because you hate that fact that rich people exploit the way our society goes" Jane went closer to Mickey and took a closer look at him. He was enjoying this. Mickey wasn't and kept a blank staring at Jane.

"How did you know all that?" Mickey said.

"I told you I used to be a "psychic". Oh and it's very obvious from the way you look at, Albert, isn't it?" Albert nodded. "I can see your respect for him. Since your father died, Albert was the only one who took you onboard and made you who you are. You treat him as the "father you never had", the father who probably didn't get become a victim. But Albert over here is a great old man, no offense, you enjoy cons as if it's an art and he probably tells you time and time again to, you know, make the cons less personal" Jane continued.

Mickey at first was quite anxious until he seemed to admire Jane's ability so he sat back. "Good, very good" Mickey praised.

"Thank you" Jane replied with a huge grin, still standing and rocking about. Then Albert spoke.

"Patrick, you are very gifted but something tells me you joined the police for a special reason" Albert suggested.

"Yes" Jane replied.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've joined the police to avenge the loved ones you have lost. And there's a guilt carrying you constantly but you will not rest." Albert told Jane.

"How do you know that?" Jane asked shocked.

"I can tell by your seemingly childish behaviour and the humour as well as your wisdom you provide. So siding with justice is something that will bring you hope of finding the killer, but sometimes you feel a sort of resentment in some cases because you feel as if you're getting nowhere and it's probably true because the difference between the murder of your loved ones and all other murder cases is that you know the killer who has now turned your whole life around" Albert pointed out with authority. Jane's face was in complete sorrow; he seemed to be staring into space and was reflecting on his life. There was nothing but silence.

"I'm sorry" Albert apologized, breaking the silence. Jane snapped out of his trance and his tone was quiet and calm.

"It's okay, you're right" he admitted before changing the subject. Jane pulled over a chair towards Mickey and Albert.

Lisbon and Van Pelt went into a small house. They knocked on the door and Lisbon showed the man her badge.

"CBI" she said to the young man. The tall young man was mourning. He invited the agents into the house.

"Mr Cox, I'm sorry for your loss but we have to ask you some questions" Lisbon said sympathetically.

"Call me William" the man replied. They sat down in the living room.

"Can you think of anyone who would want to kill Sarah?" Lisbon asked in a gentle voice.

"No, Sarah was a sweet girl; she tried to make everyone happy and tried her best at any sort of work"

"What about her boyfriend, Steve Miller" Van Pelt asked.

"He's a no-good boyfriend. He just wants her for her money. At first he was very charming but that's only to get Sarah's attention and exploit her. She deserved better." He replied sadly.

"What about her job, what did you think of the bank?" Lisbon asked.

"It seemed like a great pathway for her, she seemed to fulfil her dream and the people there are very friendly she told me."

"Do you own any guns?" Lisbon asked.

"No, I don't like guns; it's a bad influence to the kids"

Lisbon had a phone call and went to answer it. Meanwhile Van Pelt stayed and continued asking questions.

"Where were you last night between 9 and 10?"

"I was out with my wife and children in the restaurant, I didn't hear about her death until this morning"

Lisbon came over and called Van Pelt.

"Van Pelt, Cho and Rigsby have caught Miller and he was trying to do a runner, we'll need to head back" Lisbon stated. "I'll phone Jane"

"Thank you for your time, Mr Cox"

The agents left the house and were back into the CBI headquarters. The office was busy as usual and Jane had finally arrived. Van Pelt was sitting down in front of the computer and Cho talked in carrying some documents. Jane went over to Van Pelt.

"Grace, can you do something for me?" Jane asked kindly.

"Sure" she confidently replied.

"Can you search these people?" Jane gave Van Pelt a folded piece of paper. Van Pelt opened it and read out loud.

"Albert Stroller and Michael Stone, who are they?"

"Suspects" Jane grinned. Lisbon entered the office and went up to Jane and Van Pelt.

"Boss, the state police are going to search Miller's house to see if he has the murder weapon" Van Pelt told Lisbon

"Jane, Rigsby is doing an interview with Steve Miller, perhaps you would like to sit in?"

Jane agreed and went into the interview room and sat in the chair with a cup of tea in his hand.

"You threatened Ms Cox through text" Rigsby reminded.

"Yes but I...I didn't do anything, I swear... I did nothing wrong" the suspect's words were quick but broken up. Rigsby took no notice of his suspect's pleas.

"Why did you send the text messages?"

"Because she was having an affair with that bastard."

"Who? Do you know his name?"

"No, but I know what he looks like! Tall young man with black hair, I'm going to find that son of a bitch and kill him! She's been seeing him every day after work" he angrily exclaimed. Rigsby looked at Jane, Jane was observing Miller.

"Where were you last night between 9 and 10?" Rigsby continued questioning.

"I was going to see her, I didn't kill her, I was going to meet her up and have a chat with her new guy"

"Why would you do that?" Jane interrupted

"Sorry?"

"Why did you go and see her, I mean you already know that she's been seeing someone else. You weren't going to the just have a chat"

"I'm telling you, I didn't kill her, and I didn't even see her alright!"

"I believe ya"

"You what?"

"I believe you, you didn't kill Sarah Cox" Jane argued, looking at Rigsby. "Well, look at him; he's weak and driven by paranoia, and even now he still loves her deep down. Chances are that even if he met up with Sarah he wouldn't have done anything and Sarah would have come out on top" Jane explained. "He's not the killer; you can go...when my friend Rigsby tells you to go"

Jane left the interrogation room and walked over to Lisbon who was watching the whole interview. She was standing there puzzled. Jane went over to Lisbon.

"How can you be sure he's not the killer? He has a motive..."

"Because if he was the killer it would mean that he wiped the security clean and he wouldn't need to do a runner. Besides he doesn't look the sort of killer who would think of ways to cover himself"

"So you think he wouldn't have stolen the CCTV tapes and dragged the body all the way down?"

"Precisely" Jane smiled

"So have you got an idea who did it?" Lisbon asked.

"No, I know who did it" Jane confidently corrected her.

"Who is it then?"

"Well think about it" Jane walked off.

"I take it you have a plan" Lisbon said.

"You betcha" Jane went off. Lisbon desperately followed Jane

"Jane, I don't wanna play "guess the plan"" she cried. Jane stopped and teased her.

"Why not? That's how I usually get the killer" he pointed out cheerfully. Lisbon sighed with her hands on her hips and went the opposite direction.

Jane walks across the CBI office in a hurry but Van Pelt stops Jane.

"Jane, you told me to search up those two names" Van Pelt told Jane.

"Yes" Jane answered, stopping and he turned back to Van Pelt.

"Well according to the United Kingdom criminal case files, Michael Stone and Albert Stroller are amongst their most wanted for fraud. Albert Stroller is a grifter who was born in the US and cheated a shoe sale company out of $60,000 in the 1970s. He sold the fighter jets to the Indonesian air force, then went to Las Vegas and ran more cons there. Eventually he was banned from every casino so he left for the UK short afterwards." Van Pelt interpreted the information. Jane looked interested. Van Pelt continued.

"Michael Stone has been on the top-ten list for quite some time dating back to the 1990s. Top of London's most wanted on the frauds list. Referred as the "great" Mickey Bricks and was able to sell the sydney opera house on his own. Apparently him and his team sold the London eye, the Eiffel tower, the houses of parliament and managed to stage the theft of the first star of Africa in order to sell five fake copies. But they he has never been charged for fraud only once for assault." Van Pelt read aloud with astonishment. She looked at Jane. Van Pelt looked at her screen with her eyes wide open and blinked with disbelief.

"Sounds like quite a bunch, they're now in California" Jane admitted with thought.

"Do you think they did the murder?" Van Pelt asked. Jane replied with no answer. "Do you want us to bring them in?"

"No" Jane replied, he then took out his phone and walked away. Lisbon walked into the room with a phone in her hand, Rigsby walked in simultaneously from the other entrance.

"Right, the California state police has arrested Louise Parker, Rigsby go down to the station and interview her. Take Jane with you"

"Yes boss" Rigsby grabbed his coat and Jane followed behind.

They arrived to the California police station, Jane and Rigsby checked in and walked through and met up with Detective Clarke and his police. Rigsby and Jane shook hands with him.

"Agent Rigsby, pleased to meet you" Clarke greeted. "We have caught Louise Parker for attempted robbery. She tried to break into her house."

Deputy Carter entered greeting the CBI agents.

"Hey boss, you doing the night shift today?"

"No, just for today Carter, we caught a potential suspect breaking into the house of the dead victim. I'll stay for questioning."

"Sure thing, boss I'll ask someone to check her fingerprints. She may have wanted to plant certain objects in there."

"Ok do what you have to do" Clarke told him. "Agent Rigsby and Patrick Jane follow me"

"You seem to have a good relationship with your staff" Jane stated.

"I believe it is better for us to work as a team, if we're going to solve cases as a team we should understand each member. That way we would be able to catch the criminal"

"Likewise, isn't that right Rigsby" Jane babbled.

"Yeah I agree"

"So I take that you trust your men very much" Jane continued.

"Yes completely" He answered with confidence. They walked into another interrogation room. "There she is, I'll be on the outside listening"

Jane and Rigsby went inside to interview the suspect. Rigsby introduced himself as a CBI agent and was there to ask some questions.

"Louise, I'm Wayne Rigsby with the CBI"

"You've met me already" Jane wanted to shake Louise's hand but she refused. Jane humbly sat down again.

"So Louise, you tried to break into the house of Sarah Cox..."

"No, I had the keys" she claimed.

"The keys were missing when the officers found her body"

"Well she gave it to me because I was her best friend" she claimed boldly.

"You're a terrible liar" Jane pointed out, Rigsby completely agreed. "Why did you have Sarah's keys?"

"I had her keys because she lent it to me"

"Why would she lend it to you?" Rigsby emphasized in a stern voice.

"I...alright, alright. I took her keys from her bag"

"And you took her documents" Jane rightly said.

"How did...What?"

"Last time I saw you, the documents you were carrying were Sarah's. I could assume that you took Sarah's documents to get her sacked from her job, that way Steve wouldn't need Sarah anymore because she wasn't rich. You took Sarah's keys because you knew that night Steve was going to go into her house so you could try and seduce him by surprise. But instead Steve went into Sarah's house to get the gun. The same gun used to kill Sarah. So once you heard Steve got arrest today you decided to go back into the house to get rid of the murder weapon."

"No, that is not true" Louise shouted, breaking down.

"I'm afraid it is. What else were you planning to do? Take all her money and belongings from her house. That could be a possibility since Steve never really liked you."

"Yes I went back to take some money that Sarah was going to give Steve. She told me she was going to give it to Steve as a farewell present when they break up. I decided that if I could find the money and keep it for myself then Steve would come to me or I would at least have some cash in my pocket."

"So did you kill Sarah?" Rigsby suddenly asked.

"No! I did not kill Sarah!" she cried, expressing frustration.

"We'll see about that, the CBI is trying to locate the back-up security tapes and once we retrieve them, we can find the murderer. Rigsby we're done here, let's go"

Rigsby followed Jane and they left the room. Clarke and Carter walked alongside the agents quickly trying to keep up with their pace.

"So that's it?" Clarke asked.

"Yes that's all I needed." Jane confirmed positively.

"You said something about the back up security system, what is it?" Carter asked. His face was confused and bewildered.

"Well it's a security system that was made for back up situations but it's stored somewhere in that bank but we haven't got hold of it yet" Rigsby explained. "Thanks for letting us interview the suspect."

"Perhaps we could join you tomorrow for interrogation. I'm sure we'll be a great help" Clarke asked.

"Yes you should, after all we're working together" Rigsby smiled.

The agents left the station and the sky was dark. Evening turned to night, Jane and Rigsby got into the car and drove back to the CBI headquarters.

That night Martin Anderson was sitting in his cosy mansion with the TV on. He was in his pyjamas and a silk dressing gown. He took out his laptop and decided type in the name "George Turner". There was a website of Albert's "business" and Anderson smiled. He then typed in the name "Aaron Stanton" and a news article of a bank heist came up where Mickey was a suspect. Anderson stared at his screen and finally decided to pick up his mobile and phone Albert.

The London five was in their hotel waiting for Anderson's call. The phone rang and Albert answered it.

"Martin! What do I owe the pleasure...Aaron...yes I'll try my best to contact them, I'm sure my friend wouldn't mind you borrowing them...yes I know where your company is...yes of course it's just business...right I'll try and get them to come around 11 sorry wasn't the police officers going to question you...oh alright I see, I'll bring them, I will I will don't worry Martin" Albert spoke and laughed on the phone. He hung up and faced the team. "We're on, tomorrow his company after 11"

The team cheered slightly and they were off to have a good night's sleep for tomorrow.

Meanwhile Anderson made another phone call. His tone was solemn and deep, completely the opposite sound as he was talking with Albert before. There was a hint of anger present during the phone call.

"You failed to steal it...no I've got someone else to do it...unless you can get me out of this mess you certainly won't see her again...make sure it happens!" Anderson hung up and a sinister smirk came out of nowhere and stretched across his face.