Swansong
She smirked at the reflection staring back at her from the mirror. She was far from being a naïve girl, and falling in love with the man she was supposed to lure into her master's web had never really been an option.
In another life, they could have been friends. Even genuine lovers, maybe.
He had enjoyed their night together, that was true. Perhaps he even had some kind of feelings for her. However, she knew that Patrick Jane still belonged body and soul to his dead wife.
That was, until he eventually gave in to the unspoken feelings he shared with Teresa Lisbon. The lady cop was indeed his second chance at happiness, as Red John had guessed a long time ago.
Speaking of her master, she had a mission to accomplish. Only, it wasn't one of his missions this time.
It was for her sister. And for Patrick's wife and daughter too.
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When they found her, it was already too late. She was lying in a pool of her own blood, her breath shallow and uneven.
It was well worth it anyway, for Red John was lying dead right beside her.
"I'm sorry," Jane said as he kneeled down beside her.
Her lips curled in one last smile before darkness finally took her.