The trial didn't go exactly as Lisbon had hoped. She was hoping for some major debacle between the judge and Jane, but no. He was good. Like, really good. Extremely well behaved as far as Jane was concerned. The trial basically went down like this:
Jane walked up to the stand and took a seat waiting for the prosecutor to start his questioning. Jane kept his hands folded and leaned forward to the mic. This way everyone could hear him, whether they wanted to or not.
The prosecutor came up and asked, "Mr. Jane, do you admit, that in May, you shot this man," the lawyer pointed to the picture on the screen, "three times with a .38?"
"Yes. I do." That answer brought the entire courtroom into frenzy and everyone started to talk as if that man had been shot right in front of his or her eyes. Even the lawyer looked like he was about to fall over and die. At this point in time, Jane had no lawyer to defend him; he had decided to do it himself, again.
"Mr. Jane," asked the prosecutor, "you do realize you just admitted to a felony?"
"Yes sir, I am aware," Jane said, very forthright.
"May I ask what inspired you to kill, who the court feels, is an innocent man?"
"Of course. About three years ago the serial killer known as Red John, because I talked about him as though I knew him on television, killed my wife and child. So, when I came to realize what I had done was wrong, I sought Agent Lisbon and her team of agents to help me in catching him. This plan, I thought, would help me one day find the bastard who murdered my wife and child. So recently, we came upon a case that eventually lead me to evidence of a mole, placed by Red John, inside my place of work, the C.B.I., I was at the designated spot where I thought Red John would appear. My co-workers killed said mole at another location and my partner, Agent Lisbon, called the last number dialed on the mole's phone. He," Jane points to the screen, "answered the cell phone. We exchanged a conversation, which made me convinced that he was the serial killer. So, I killed him."
The prosecutor pondered this whole story for a minute or two. He then said, "Well Mr. Jane, I am relieved that we do not have to force the truth out of you. I appreciate the elaborate story and I apologize for your loss. Unfortunately, although you believe this man to be Red John, does not mean that he was so I don't think we can let you go, Mr. Jane. Your Honor, I will leave the rest to you."
The judge wiped his face with a napkin, it was very hot in that courtroom, he then said, "I will make my decision by Thursday. Court adjourned. Please release Mr. Jane into C.B.I. custody."
Lisbon recalled all of this information over and over in her head and she was not exactly sure about how she was supposed to process it. She felt that the court couldn't make an accurate decision just based on Jane's testimony. She knows Jane shot him, Jane knows he shot him, but as far as the court is concerned they need more evidence other then Jane just saying it.
Lisbon knew it wouldn't be as easy as Jane's confession and she knew whom they would call to bring in that evidence. It was not going to be Lisbon and her team because they were now what was known as rogue cops for even going along with Jane's antics. They were probably going to get the F.B.I. involved, the big guns from Washington D.C. over here to investigate.
That is when Lisbon received a phone call.