"Hello Patrick..." the child like voice repeated itself for the fourteenth time as he listened to the recording and closed his eyes, trying to catch even the smallest detail. "Did you miss me?" Red John asked him, forcing Patrick to almost imagine the twisted smile of his nemesis. He made no reply to him, waited to see what the serial killer had to say.
"Nothing to say? That isn't like you at all Patrick," Red John teased and then added, "You can plenty to tell Lorelei when you ran into her." "Is that why Matthew Waves is dead in my attic?" Patrick had asked. "You should know me better than that, look at the mess this amateur has made. No, no I have rules; you know that better than anyone. Waves was a causality of my war with our mutual enemy, Zoey Salvador...but you knew that already, didn't you?" Red John had asked.
Of course he'd already caught the match between Samantha Mayweather and Zoey, but he regretted feeling that he was one step ahead of his archenemy. He couldn't afford to make a mistake like that, Patrick thought. "This is very simple Patrick," Red John continued, giving him a soft snicker and then adding, "I know you're recording this conversation so I'll be as brief as I can. Zoey Salvador will die, very very soon. And so will your Director Bertram, if you don't play along. I've decided to give you a sporting chance this time Patrick. Either you get to Zoey first, or I do. Simple as that. The clock begins now," the serial killer had declared.
As the phone call ended a knock came on his door and he sighed and said, "Come on in." Lisbon stepped into the attic and looked over at the blood on the wall before asking, "How can you even think with that here?" "It actually makes the process easier," Jane answered as he turned about in his chair and commented, "I'm guessing its life or death?" "Death actually, Red John beat us to the punch he expunged Samantha's dental records under the guise of Roy Tagliaferro," Teresa said, to which she added with a sigh, "He loves to be the first, that's for sure. So why would he be after her dental records?" "Same reason we do, to find out how Zoey faked her death. I should've known when we started playing this game that he was going to win, he always does," Patrick lamented.
"You keep thinking that way and he will," Lisbon muttered as she walked toward him adding, "There is some more news though. Rigsby found out about Mayweather's next of kin. A man named Frank Clark."
"Sounds fake," Jane immediately said to which she answered, "Hard to say, he's dead. But we did find out who helped him thru his sister's passing." "So they were related?" Jane asked in surprise.
"All of this depends on if Samantha ever existed really, because the next part is a real kicker," Lisbon said as she stared him eye to eye and explained, "The person who helped Clark cope...was none other than Kristina Frye." Jane's face seemed to go pale as he stood up, his mind spinning as fast as it could and he declared, "We'll need to speak with her."
"Jane, you know what happened to her! She's not going to be able to help," Lisbon muttered.
"I don't think you understand, Teresa," he said grabbing her arm and adding, "If Rigbsy found out that Zoey was somehow connected to Kristina, you can bet that Red John did too."
"I'll call the Sacramento Mental Health Hospital tell them to put her on lockdown until we get there," she said quickly dialing as they sped out of the room toward the bullpen. Haffner was at the bottom of the stairs a look of surprise on his face perhaps because of how fast they were going. "Hold on; what's going on here?" Ray muttered to which Jane answered, "If you want to catch Red John, come with us now." The dirty blonde nodded without question, grabbed his coat and then followed them to the elevator.