The questions were endless and always the same. Perhaps being a cop and knowing interrogation techniques helped Lisbon resist revealing the truth, although really, did she know the truth? This had been Jane's game from the beginning and who could tell what his conniving little brain had devised for the nerve-wracking culmination.
It became too much. She leaped to her feet and dashed from the building. People stared as her car sped from the parking lot.
Jane answered the pounding on his hotel door, shaving cream on half his face.
"Patrick! Screw the church wedding! Let's just go to Vegas!"