Red Letterbox

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Chapter three

Jane had a feeling that he knew what would be in the letter. He picked it up and carried it back inside. The envelope was blue this time around, with the same hand-writing as before. The original address on the envelope was the motel he had been staying at when he killed Red John. The address was crossed out in the same way as before.

Jane sat down on his bed and ripped the envelope open. The paper was crisp and white.

"Patrick," it read.
"So, I know that, by now, Teresa has probably showed you her letter. You have come up with a theory, which I know to be correct. You have tracked the letter back to my nephew, Ron. He was a valuable asset to me, because he told me everything you were feeling. It was like I had a window straight to your very thoughts. It was wonderful to know how you felt. I know you're probably wondering how I know the theory that you have. I know in the same way that I knew your suspect list before you did.

You think you're really clever,
and con your way around.
You know the world you occupy
right down to the ground.

You got what you wanted;
and settled out the score
you "did the world a favour"
and made me live no more.

Teresa must be so proud,
to love a man like you.
You do what you promise,
and always follow through.

I see I've struck a nerve,
in the heart of Patrick Jane.
His real reason for living,
the reason he was sane.

I could have taken her, you know.
Ended her life with ease.
She was mine to play with,
to do as I pleased.

But I always thought of you,
and the fun you were.
You would be lost forever,
had you ever lost her.

Your anger must be surging,
I know I've fuelled your rage.
I can see the way your hands,
grip onto this page.

So, Patrick, you know that I still have eyes, even though you killed me. I still have a legacy, an unfinished chapter in this world. I have a last act to do before I will rest. Good luck, Patrick.

Red John."

Jane dropped the paper onto the floor and tried to stop his hands from shaking. He was furious, because he remembered the day Red John had kidnapped Lisbon. He hated the way Red John so casually referred to Lisbon as "Teresa". It somehow made it all the more personal.

Jane knew that he didn't want to tell Lisbon about this letter, because she would overreact. She always overreacted. Jane picked the letter up off the floor and left it on the bed. Jane quickly changed and slid the letter into his jacket pocket.

XxxxxxxxxxxX

Lisbon sat at her desk. She glanced over at Jane, who was staring at the ceiling. She still thought about the letter she had received. She could almost recite the letter word for word, but she tried not to hear the last few lines. The fact that more than one associate of Red John's was watching them freaked her out completely. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, and examining anybody who happened to walk past her desk.

Jane seemed completely unconcerned. He hadn't mentioned the letter again to her. She waited until the end of the day before confronting him. "Jane," she said, as he stood up to leave.

Jane turned to face her. "Lisbon. What do you need?"

Lisbon pulled a face. "You know what I want to talk about, Jane. You haven't said another word to me about the letter since your theory."

Jane shrugged. "It was just a theory that I was toying with. We were speculating, and then dropped the subject."

Lisbon scowled. "Jane, you need to pay more attention to this. You can't play down the fact that a serial killer has contacted us two years after you strangled him to death."

The two colleagues were walking down the hallway at the FBI building. "I'm not playing down anything, Lisbon. I'm treating this with the attention it deserves. Which isn't much."

Lisbon grabbed Jane's arm, jerking him to a stop. "Patrick Jane, tell me what you know. Even if I shouldn't hear it. I'm sick of you not telling me things just to protect me."

Jane looked into the face of the determined woman next to him, and sighed. "I got a letter, this morning."

Lisbon turned a distinct shade paler. "What? How could you not tell me?"

Jane shrugged. "I didn't think it was important."

Lisbon wanted to raise her voice, but didn't. She didn't want to alert her co-workers, who were walking past them. "Not important? You get a letter from Red John, and it's not important?"

Jane shrugged again. "It isn't important. The man is dead, Lisbon. I made sure of that. I can't hold onto the past anymore."

Lisbon rubbed her temples. "Please just show me the letter, Jane, and let me judge its importance."

Jane sighed and pulled the folded paper out of his jacket pocket. He reluctantly handed it to her. She opened it and carefully read it. Her brow wrinkled, and she bit her lip. She looked up at Jane. "How is this not important? Jane, he basically told you that he will kill one last person, and you judge it as unimportant."

Jane took the letter and tucked it away into his pocket again. "See? This is what I didn't want to tell you. You get all shouty and worried, and now you will lecture me on hiding things from you again."

Lisbon tried to process what she had just read. She ignored the stuff about her loving Jane – because she obviously didn't – and tried to focus on the last paragraph. The fact that Red John would commit one last act scared her. They needed to know more, and soon.

A/N2: So, the next chapter belongs to Gwendoline B. please leave us a review and tell us what you think. We would both really appreciate it. Thanks.