"We never got a name for the rapist, but at least twelve women were raped and then murdered all throughout this area, Jasmine Wainwright was the first victim in November 2005," Sheriff Aleza told them all as they stood in the massive main corridor of the Washington Grove Police Department. "Why was he never caught?" Lisbon said as the Latino sheriff passed pictures around of the victims.
"The case went cold around 2007, and since then it's been deferred to DHS and FBI. We haven't had any reason to open it back up," she admitted. "Something about all of these seems eerily familiar," Teresa admitted as she turned to their consultant and asked, "What does it remind you of?" "Someone with a special skill set, like Todd Johnson," he said immediately.
"Another willing disciple of Red John," she said with a nod to which Haffner threw up his hands in disgust and muttered, "Why does it seem like to me every stone we turn over has something to do with that psychopath? He's got connections everywhere! And how does this even have anything to do with Zoey or finding Bertram?"
"Zoey was looking into these rape charges when she dated Matthew, she must have discovered something but chose to bury it. What could she have found?" Jane said almost talking to himself as he scoured the files for evidence. "I guess you guys won't be needing us much anymore? What with Red John sending you on a wild goose chase?" Sheriff McAlister guessed tipping his hat and leaving even as the CBI consultant froze and then muttered, "Oh no." "What's wrong?" Lisbon asked noting his concern.
"We need to get back to headquarters. Now," he said rushing past her. "What's going on? Jane!" Lisbon shouted running after him to the car. Climbing inside she asked, "What's this all about?" "Connors sent me a message from Stiles, I didn't understand the significance of it until now. But I know what Zoey has been after all along," Jane murmured as she started the car and then she asked, "Wait...you mean that list you've been working on?"
"Bingo," he said with a nod and then began to dial the number for CBI. Back in Sacremento, the phone rang at CBI HQ… the redheaded agent bidding her time waiting for something to do.
Turning her back to the elevator, she reached for the phone. "Hello?" Van Pelt asked as she answered the phone, but those were the last words she got to speak as she froze seeing the dark haired woman standing in the bullpen with the gun pointed straight at her. "I don't want to hurt you but I will if you get in my way," the woman told Grace even as she heard Jane say over the phone, "Grace? Are you there?"
"Pass me the phone," she ordered and Van Pelt nodded slowly lowering the phone to which the gunner remarked, "Slide it across the floor." The redhead did as she was told, and the woman smiled evenly as she picked up the phone and said, "Listen very carefully to me Patrick and your pretty perky friend won't get hurt." After a brief response, the dark haired woman smile and said, "If you want to meet you will have to come alone with Connor as your guide. That is the only way this will work. I don't care what happens to Bertram. But you know exactly why I'm doing it this way, don't you?" Another reply followed and the dark haired woman smiled and said, "Leave that to me Patrick. I look forward to seeing you soon."
As she hung up the phone she smiled at Grace and said, "You look absolutely pathetic."
"I'm assuming you must be Zoey," Van Pelt said icily and added, "it doesn't matter what you think you're doing, Patrick Jane will stop you." "You have that much faith in him?" Zoey asked in surprise to which Grace asked, "What are you going to do after you kill Red John?"
"What every American wants. A simple life. Maybe leave the country. What does it matter?" Zoey countered.
"I was just wondering what Jane would say in the same situation," she admitted. "He has never had the guts to get things done. Now I have within my power to cripple Red John's little empire. And trust me when it is all said and done it will not be pretty. He has spent too much time in here living the cozy life," Salvador taunted and then glanced at the clock and added, "But you're really just trying to stall me. So instead I must bid you adieu, Agent Van Pelt." Grace watched as the dark haired woman moved up to the attic and then in a few short minutes returned, still holding the weapon just in case the redhead made a move.
Where is Lisbon and the rest of the crew she wondered anxiously. This time however Zoey held a little black book and seemed very pleased by finding it and Grace asked, "Why didn't you take that the first time you were here?"
"Because you silly fool I wanted Red John to be incensed that I would copy him. He needed to realize I meant business. And I didn't know the precise location of Jane's little treasure either," Salvador admitted. "What is that anyway?" Van Pelt said slowly inching her way closer and abruptly Zoey shot at the floor in front of her before stating, "It will be the death of you if you move one inch closer. Is that understood?" Grace nodded and then Zoey walked toward the elevator and was gone.
Sighing in frustration, she called Lisbon and muttered, "Salvador was here." "Yeah we got that, are you okay?" her boss asked to which Grace quickly recapped and then muttered, "Is Jane going to do what she asked?" "We'll figure something out, Grace," Lisbon promised, her voice sounding just as unsure about what would occur next.
