You're right. The murderer is described, physically and intended mentally, like Sherlock Holmes of the Sherlock BBC series. I do not own anything.
Chapter 4
Jane felt nervous when he walked over to Lorelei's table. He sat down without a word and avoided eye contact to the murderer.
What he had found out yet, was simple: he was a typical sociopath, killed when for lust and fun, had no motive and no choice in his victims, he must live an unobtrusive life, avoids people, perhaps he was a drug dealer or stole money. He had no friends and didn't bother to have rare contact with other people.
"What do you want, Jane?" she asked and looked up.
Their eyes met and he saw how unsure she actually felt. "Have you found Red John?" he asked. "Did you ask him for your sister?"
She smiled and shook her head. "He wouldn't have done this."
"Did you ask him?"
"Yes."
"What exactly did he say?"
She kept silence for a moment, so he continued: "He killed her and you know it. So why are you still working for him? He's your enemy."
"Oh, no, Jane. He's your enemy, this is your little game and I'm just part of it. I do what he tells me to do and move on."
He thought twice before he said: "You once told me that we were so similar…and it was strange that we didn't become friends when we first shook hands. Then…how far would you go to do what I tell you?"
"I'd do everything for your game to go on," she whispered like when she had first time told him that she was Red John's closest disciple.
He nodded. She was willing to come with him, but now he needed a plan. He had a look over to the murderer. He was smiling at him, smoking a cigarette and seemed to be like silence itself. Perhaps psychopathic as well.
"Come with me," he said and stood up. She grabbed his hand and together they walked outside. He didn't look back to see if 'The Murderer', as he called him because he still didn't know his name, followed them. They were outside and it was cold immediately.
He looked around. No sign of the man.
"Listen carefully. I have the order to kill you. Not from Red John, but someone else who intends playing a game with me. You need to do exactly as I say."
She nodded and disappeared in the crowd of people.
Oh, perhaps he thought he could vanish from the surface of the game so easily. But no, Jane, I'm not as silly as you might think, I have my aces in my sleeves as well and not yet are all cards played.
I pull out my cell phone and with a lot of trust I follow them with distance. Jane hasn't even noticed that I put a tiny device into his pocket. My cell made locating him easier.
Finally, I arrive at an empty warehouse. It's in the abandoned industrial area and nobody's here to watch us – except of a few junkies, hookers, dealers, etc. I smile.
Jane, don't try to flee into my territory.
I turn around and see a little room with an open door. Moonlight is shining in and illuminating the scene.
Lorelei tied on a chair, immobile. Jane next to her, blood on his hands, blood on her neck and her chest.
"I did it," he says.
No Jane, you didn't. You're not that emotionless, not yet.
"Do you think you can fool me that easily?" I ask, half amused, half angry that he already cheated before we even started. I walk over to Lorelei but he puts himself into my way.
"I killed her. I did what you wanted. Now I demand some more information about you and about what I am doing here. I just killed her because nobody will search her anyway…but believe me, I wouldn't dare to murder anybody else. I'm not you, don't forget that."
It's hard not to laugh. He's a bit out of control, a bit out of character, I admit. "Are you sure about that?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Ah…therefore you pretended to having killed Lisbon and Rigsby. Do you think Red John ever believed you this?"
"I don't doubt it."
"Then he must be more foolish than I thought." I feel his breath on my cheek, his face looks so pale in the moonlight and his lips so violet and thin. His green eyes have a tone of blue-grey, amazing. "However, your plan failed. I'm not Red John, you shouldn't forget that."
I bend forward and look at Lorelei. I touch the blood on her neck and taste it. It's human blood, I know it from experience. Before Jane can say anything to stop me, I hit her on her face as hard as I can.
She falls from the chair on the floor but seems not to move. She did, of course, but she's a good player.
"Stand up, Lorelei," I say bored. He could have done this a little bit better.
"She's dead!" Jane shouts.
Wow, he isn't angry, but he definitely he needs to visit some stress-management course. "I'm disappointed in you, Jane. I expected more," I answer and start kicking the woman.
It doesn't take long until she moans and screams and Jane holds me back. He pulls me from her so that she can stand up. I see her frighten when she stares into my light-blue-green eyes.
"Enough," Jane whispers into my ear and his voice gives me strength.
"I decide when it's enough," I answer and within a few seconds the surprised Jane lies on the ground.
I walk over to Lorelei, a little woman, helpless, defenseless.
I pull out my knife.
I hear Jane screaming. I hear her screaming.
I love the mixture of yells, until suddenly one of them becomes silent. Forever. Now I only listen to Jane's fast breath. I turn around, seeing this little creature curling on the ground, tears in his eyes.
"You…had feelings for her," I say and he doesn't object. Emotions, I'm far beyond that.
"Your own fault," I mutter and help him to stand up. We're close to each other and it feels good. "Don't you want to revenge her death? Wouldn't it feel…so…good?" I whisper and our mouths are nearly touching.
He can't respond, not yet, he stared on the dead body. What's so fascinating with it? It's a corpse, what else? Everybody is so emotional. I roll my eyes and push him against the wall.
"Lorelei…was just a person. We are…just persons, Red John is just a person…we all die, sooner or later. This is what we were meant for. Why not playing a little bit of creator and deciding who shall live and who not? Now tell me…Patrick, who will mourn Lorelei's death except for someone who was just using her."
He doesn't respond. The truth is so much pain for some people…Why?
"Avenging your family won't bring it back. It will hurt even more when you don't have anything else to hunt. So why should you stop hunting…it would feel good just to carry on and see what happens."
"Is it what you do…see what happens when you kill people?" he asks with disgust in his eyes.
It makes me smile. "Oh no no no no no. It's not just about killing people, we, you and I, could do so much more. We could show that police isn't as smart as they think, that the FBI will never catch Red John. Only you can. But do you really want to? Imagine…Red John dead. What now? A new life…you must be kidding. You have skills, Patrick, you just need to use them the right way."
I step back a bit so that he can stand on his own again. "Think about it," I repeat and leave the room.
I feel his eyes following me, but he stays where he is.
Good night, Patrick. Sleep well and we'll soon see each other again.
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