Update: Sorry for the unusually long delay. Unfortunately, real life, meaning major changes in how we do things in my department at work caused my snippy muse to pack her bag and vacate the premises for a couple of weeks. She's been AWOL in the worst possible way. Just hanging out in my head long enough to get things started and bailing before we get anything substantial done! The only redemption in this whole thing is the last four chapters of Ouroboros are in various states of completion so the time wasn't totally wasted.
As for Settling the Score, I'm 4000+ words into the second chapter and 2000 words into the final chapter. It's proving a hard piece to write; but, I'll get it done. Chapter Two will be posted in the next two or three days if not before.
Again, thank you Tina and all the rest for the support. It's greatly appreciated. ~Calla
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"Don't even think it." Jane said from over Lisbon's shoulder as she reached into the trunk to grab one of the heavier grocery bags.
Stepping back, she caught him with a piercing glare and rolled her eyes conveying precisely how she felt without uttering a word. Putting his life at serious risk, Jane leaned over to drop a kiss on Lisbon's forehead before placing one of the smaller white paper bags from the Farmer's Market into her waiting hands.
"You can take this." Jane ignored her snort as he grabbed several of the bags deciding he should be able to get everything inside in two, maybe three, trips at the most.
They'd bought far more than what he'd had on his list vividly reminding him why he didn't take his wife grocery shopping more often. Lisbon was as bad as a two year about adding things to his shopping cart he never intended buying. Things like gooey, chocolate covered marshmallow doughnut cakey things and Almond Butter. Oh, and that monster bag of yogurt covered raisins she wouldn't share with anyone. Honestly, he wasn't sure what else he'd find that she'd managed to slip by him once he got inside and he didn't care. He took her hormone induced peculiarities in stride.
Whatever flipped Lisbon's switch was fine by him as long as she didn't expect him to join her on any whacky culinary adventures. Especially none involving pimento cheese smeared celery sticks with raisins on top. He had to draw the line somewhere and he could easily see that grossly crunchy, sweet, cheesy monstrocity of the palate becoming a reality from the eclectic mix in his bags. Been there, done that, did not want the t-shirt or the accompanying nausea.
Following a certain shapely brunette's cute waddle into their home, Jane made a beeline for the kitchen deciding he'd best warn Rigsby off the Lisbon treats before he made a major misstep. Not the most docile of hausfraus at the best of times, their "Boss" would go ballistic if anyone messed with her secret stash. The one that wasn't really all that "secret" in the first place. That was where both the rub and the danger came in.
Seasoned food hound that he was, Wayne would be in their pantry ripping wrappers before Grace could say "Boo" if he didn't head him off at the pass. The man would die for his transgressions and that would be a terrible shame. Rigsby was enough of a team asset they couldn't afford to lose him. Not over something so trivial. Added to that, as he'd told her before, Lisbon wouldn't like jail. Neither would the Baby Janes. And clean up would be a real you-know-what that Jane seriously doubted Cho would enjoy. Neither would he.
For a man of so few words, that Kimball Cho could whine more than a three year old in a candy store under the right circumstances. He'd heard him more than once over the years.
"Were you this bad the first time around?" Lisbon asked quietly daring to finally ask questions she never had before.
"I think I would have been had there been good reason." Jane set the first round of bags on the counter. "But there wasn't. Angela wasn't a lady cop who'd still tackle suspects if we'd let her and she wasn't carrying two Baby Janes…Only Charlotte Anne." Taking the massive carton of eggs from the bag, Jane stowed them on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator as he kept talking. "She also didn't have nearly as difficult a time as you're having. So, to answer your question as honestly as I can, no, I'm sure I wasn't as bad the first time around. Still cautious and attentive; but, never feeling a need to keep my wife under lock and key. Not like I do with you."
Jane answered truthfully knowing he'd never let her out of the house if Lisbon would let him. Fortunately she wouldn't and their lives were the better for it.
"In spite of everything, I'm healthy as a horse." Lisbon reminded him. She might not feel a hundred percent most of the time and she might still puke her guts out more often than not; but, the babies were fine and she was doing better than expected according to Emily Youst. All things considered, that was good enough for her and it should be for her worry wart of a husband.
"And we're going to make sure you stay that way." Jane said as he turned to walk back to the trunk to fetch a second round of bags.
"Jane, mark my words, I won't break and I have things to do. So, while you finish that, I'm making the beds." Lisbon stated forcefully over his yet to be uttered protests. "If you try to stop me, I will shoot you. Got it? I don't expect you to do everything. Once these two are born, it might be a different story."
It probably would be. She'd be overwhelmed from the get go and Jane had done it all before though never with doubles. But, from where she sat, some hands on parenting experience was better than none. She was counting on it.
"Yes, Lisbon, I have it." Jane shook his head as he turned on his heel.
From his wife's tone, she meant every word. She would shoot him. It might just be a flesh wound; but, it would hurt like hell, and everyone knew he didn't like pain. As for the rest of her statement, he fully expected to step in to take over in the early days. Lisbon would hardly be ready to handle twins. As capable as she was, she'd be overwhelmed at the start. That was only natural considering everything she was already going through and everything she would probably go through before they were born.
Watching Jane pull the door closed behind him, Lisbon headed for the linen closet. She had two beds to make up as the pull out mattress in the hide-away sofa already had fresh linens and hadn't been used recently. Well, not since she'd changed the sheets a couple of weeks ago after they'd spent a long weekend enjoying an action flick movie-thon interspersed with a hurl inducing dose of the chick flicks Jane loved tormenting her with.
As against the whole idea as she'd been at the time they'd purchased it, that monster leather sofa was a godsend on the nights she didn't feel like trudging up those stairs. She didn't regret giving up her first choice of the leather sectional one bit. Jane had known best as unwilling as she was to admit it at the time. Or even now for that matter. His head didn't need to swell any more than it already was.
Slowly making the queen sized bed in the first floor suite, she figured Rigsby and Cho could fight out who got the bed and who got the couch. She didn't have to crawl into her guys' heads to know how it would likely play out. Considering himself the more reconnaissance ready of the duo due to his military background, Kimball would insist on staking out the couch. Not willing to admit her Number One was probably right off the bat Rigsby would make the appropriate grumbles finally accepting Cho wasn't changing his mind as the pecking order fell into place. Grace would take the second floor bedroom next to theirs since, as the only other female on the team, she could be with her Boss when her guys couldn't.
Well, Jane could; but, he wasn't a trained field agent.
Comforted by the sound of her husband rattling around in the kitchen, Lisbon headed up the stairs to make that second bed. Stopping by the room across for theirs, she turned on the light to gaze at their shockingly incomplete nursery for this stage of the game. Recent events had curtailed their activities at less than the halfway mark when they should have been done weeks ago. If they didn't getheir butts in gear, they were going to bring their two for one special home with no place to put them.
Fortunately, the hardest part was done: the walls were painted in wide alternating stripes of sunny maize and a lighter avocado green contrasting well with the deeper shades of the baby bedding while the crown molding was already stained the same warm mahogany as the rest of the house. Unfortunately, that was as far as they'd gotten with the décor before the bodies had started piling up wrecking their well thought out plans. Lisbon just shook her head.
The two bronzed iron cribs with scores of tiny rosettes and the four adorable bunny finials were still in their boxes yet to be assembled as was the rest of the furniture. And forget the actual bedding much less the mobiles, light switch plates, figurines, tea set, clock, pictures, stuffed animals and matching lamps. All of that and more were still in their shipping crates stacked in the garage. Maybe an upside to this most recent turn of events would be finally getting the nursery finished.
That would put her mind at ease almost as much as eventually settling on Vintage Beatrix Potter had. The comfortable familiarity of everyone's favorite bunny and meadow creatures beat the heck out of flying monkeys and dancing tangerine dinosaurs.
She'd been shocked when Jane readily agreed to the whole Peter Rabbit-Jemima Puddleduck theme without a whimper even going so far as to reassure her that their color scheme was perfectly unisex. He'd really surprised her with that one. And shocking her even further, he'd gone so far as to spring for the hardcopy of Beatrix Potter – The Complete Tales and brought it to her. They'd spent quite a few hours admiring the illustrations and rereading the familiar stories. Who knew Jane had a soft spot for Beatrix Potter and friends?
"The guys are going to help me get the furniture assembled this weekend." A masculine voice spoke softly into her ear. "The whole shebang… cribs, changing tables, chest of drawers with the bunny shaped knobs and that rocking chair you don't know we have."
Jane must have meandered up the stairs once he'd finished putting the groceries away. The man was part cat or she'd have heard him coming, She was sure of it. Fortunately, she'd known he was going to turn up like a bag penny at some point so he hadn't scared the living daylights out of her.
"We have to work this weekend." Lisbon reminded him.
"As we're not on call I'm sure anything we need to do on the Montgomery and Henderschott cases can be done from here." Jane reminded her.
"You're probably right." Unless something changed as it frequently did.
"If I'm not, we'll adjust our plans accordingly." Kissing her cheek, Jane walked into the nursery and surveyed their handiwork. "The guys did a good job painting that weekend and Grace did a good job of leading the pack."
She'd demanded they take particular care in taping the walls and in waiting until the paint was fully dried before moving on to the next step. As a result their paint job looked professionally done which was nothing less than Jane had expected. Unbeknownst to Lisbon as she'd been resting across the hall, her then fiancé had contributed his fair share of brush strokes in spite of winning the bet.
"Yes, they did." Lisbon agreed from where she stood propped against the door frame deciding where she wanted that rocking chair she'd not known she was getting to go.
She'd known she needed one; but, she hadn't taken the time to make up her mind between the three or four that had caught her eye. Truthfully, she hadn't had that much brain power to devote to anything so insignificant lately. Obviously, Jane had felt differently and taken the choice away from her. Far from being as put out as she'd usually be over such a gesture, Lisbon decided whatever he'd selected would be fine. The man had a good eye for interior design. Though she'd helped choose their furnishings, she'd trusted Jane's guidance in picking pieces they'd both liked that would look good together. As much as she hated to admit to discovering yet another thing her husband did well, she had to hand it to him. He'd steered her well.
They'd managed to achieve that fine balance between show piece and comfortable home she'd never have accomplished alone.
"We're in agreement there." Jane pulled her gently away from the door leaving his palm resting against the curve of her belly. "What do you say to getting a move on? I'll help you make that last bed before they get here."
"Sounds like a plan." Lisbon agreed as she flipped the light switch and shut the door. "Did you get everything out of the closet so Grace will have somewhere to hang her things?"
"There wasn't that much in there so I just pushed all of your stuff to the back. She'll have a good three quarters of the closet. That should be plenty of room." Jane turned on the light and unfolded the fitted sheet. "They aren't going to be here that long."
"What makes you say that?" Lisbon's tone was curious as she tucked the corner of the sheet under the mattress.
She'd thought they'd agree the team would stay until Red John was either dead or caught. Whichever came first and however the game finally played out. No matter how long that took. It sounded like her other half felt differently.
"Experience." Jane continued smoothing the sheet hoping Lisbon would let the random comment drop.
"Spill, Jane." Lisbon tossed the top sheet in his direction for Jane to spread as it was easier for him than it was for her. "If there's something I need to know, man up and tell me. Not the rest of the team behind my back. I'm a big girl. I can handle it."
"It's nothing that should be hidden as you should already know." Jane said quietly as he gently swatted her hands away to efficiently make up the bed faster than Lisbon could have done on her own. Or he could do with her help considering how easily she kept getting distracted. It didn't matter at all that he was the cause of said distractions. All he cared about was getting the job done.
"Yeah, but what if it is?" Lisbon wrapped her arm around his waist as Jane guided her out of the bedroom flipping the light switch behind them. Between fighting to remain as emotionally detached from their cases as she could and nesting, she'd probably not been devoting nearly as much time to Red John as she should have been. She'd trusted Jane was doing enough of that for both of them.
"Walk with me back downstairs." Jane easily matched his gait to hers as they descended the steps towards the kitchen. "I need to check on the chicken while we continue this discussion."
Pulling out one of their sturdy bar chairs and motioning her towards it, Jane watched Lisbon settle her slight bulk comfortably before walking across the kitchen to peep through the oven door. The Greek chicken was roasting nicely and the potatoes weren't browning too fast so dinner was well in hand. Adding water from the kettle he'd set on a burner before going upstairs earlier, he left his cup steeping before turning to open the refrigerator door. Removing the bottle of grape juice from the shelf, he poured a small glass knowing Lisbon would rather have wine which they both knew she couldn't.
Absently discarding his tea leaves in the trash can under the sink Jane gathered his thoughts as he carried their drinks over to the bar before settling in the chair beside Lisbon.
"My Dear, you're being deliberately obtuse. We've discussed this time again." Jane said as he watched her take a sip of wine colored grape juice.
"Refresh my memory." Lisbon resisted the urge to twirl her glass and sling juice across the counter just to aggravate her husband as much as he was aggravating her at the moment.
Didn't he understand there were some things she didn't want to think about?
"In the first place, we don't have that long before they're born. Less than two months by Emily's estimation if they're early as expected." Jane smirked at his wife's very open passive-aggressive tendencies as she tamped down on her desire to do something evil with that mostly full glass. "In the second, we've pushed all of Red John's buttons. I've been surprised he's let as much pass as he has. There's some new dimension to the game we've yet to figure out or he's simply biding his time which I think is far more likely."
"Meaning what exactly?" Lisbon asked knowing, though they'd had this discussion a hundred times already, Jane was bound to put a new spin on it. He always did.
"That he got what he wanted when we tumbled into bed together." Jane said around a sip of tea.
"Yeah, we've already discussed the whole get us together to rip us apart angle." Lisbon took a sip of Jane's tea and decided she liked the way he made hers better. "That didn't quite work out as he'd planned."
"No, I'd say it didn't." Jane agreed as he stole his cup back placing it neatly on the matching saucer. "Not considering." He motioned to her tummy with a hint of a smile on his face.
"You knocked me up." Lisbon said. "And we both know, after that happened, I wasn't getting rid of you even if I'd wanted to."
"Which you didn't." Jane stole a sip of grape juice deciding he liked his tea better.
"No, I didn't; but, if I had, we both know that wasn't happening." Lisbon persisted. "You weren't letting these two go even when you didn't know there was two."
"I wasn't letting you go, Teresa, get the story straight." Jane corrected her. "They're a nice addition I never expected; but, you're the prize. You always were."
"Shush, Jane." As much as they meant to each other, and as often as they said "I love you," she still wasn't used to hearing Jane talk quite that way. She wasn't sure she wanted to be. The little thrill she felt on the rare occasions he did made it all the more special for both of them.
"I'll never shush telling you how grateful I am to have this second chance." Jane leaned over to kiss her lips dreading the return to the conversation he knew neither of them really wanted to have.
"Shush, Jane, that's what partners are for." Smiling, Lisbon kissed him back. "Making sure you always get those second chances."
They'd shifted into full "partner" mode not that long after surviving the Lorelei storm. They'd even gone so far as to openly call themselves partners which, strangely enough, hadn't shocked her team at all. It had surprised her as neither of them had really taken any overt steps in that direction. Things had simply happened that way with the Rafferty situation sealing the deal in ways they'd not anticipated. They'd drifted into full blown partnership in every facet of their lives. She'd never have thougth it possible. Not with Patrick Jane.
"I suppose you are." Jane agreed breaking away at the sound of the doorbell ringing before rising to his feet. "That'll be the team."
"You think?" Lisbon smirked pulling him in for one last kiss knowing things were going to take a turn for the worse, at least temporarily, once the team was inside so she might as well enjoy one last good smooch while she could.
Jane was going to insist on continuing that conversation they'd already started exactly as he'd intended. Lisbon cursed his persistence.
"Shush, Lisbon, I need to answer the door." Jane kissed her nose as he disentangled himself from her arms falling easily into their more professional mode of speech.
Though Lisbon still called him "Jane" and probably always would, he was more inclined to call her by her given name in private. It came more natural to him as he hadn't spent the better part of his life as a law enforcement officer and it clearly delineated their personal from their professional lives in his mind. For his wife it was different. She was "Lisbon" 24/7 and that mindset came with the territory. His other half was a cop first and a woman second. While he hoped that would mellow with motherhood, he never wanted to lose the complex creature he'd fallen so completely for. If that meant being "Jane" in their most intimate moments for the rest of their lives, he could certainly live with that. More than live with it, actively enjoy it.
"Took you long enough." Cho grumped as he walked through the open door beating a path for the couch before Jane had time to utter a greeting.
"Nice to see you, too, Cho, and Grace, you look as lovely as ever." Jane reached out to take Van Pelt's suitcase as a gentleman should and shot Rigsby a look saying he was a certified idiot for not doing the same for his woman. "I'll take this upstairs for you while you hang out with Lisbon. Cho, you can set up camp in the guest bath off the game room as we both know you're staking out the couch. Rigsby, you know where the downstairs bedroom is so make yourself at home. I'll be back in a few." Jane headed upstairs while Cho moseyed through the game room and Rigsby ambled down the hall.
"Hey, Boss, how you doing?" Van Pelt walked into the kitchen sniffing the whole way. "Something smells good."
"Jane's making Greek chicken and potatoes. It'll be ready soon." Lisbon watched Grace lean over to peep through the oven window. "Why don't you get the beers you guys like from the fridge? If Cho doesn't want one, I'm sure Jane will finish it."
"I can do that." Van Pelt opened the door to remove the three beer bottles knowing Lisbon wished she could join them.
"Why don't you go ahead and get the salad fixings and the dressings out. We can start on dinner while the chicken finishes cooking. That way we can get the unpleasantness out of the way before we get to the main course." Lisbon rose to her feet and waddled into the kitchen daring Van Pelt to smile as her team usually did when they saw her coming.
Though her toddle wasn't pronounced, Lisbon found the change in her movements annoying. That Jane and her team found it cute only perturbed her more. She was a Senior Agent with the CBI. As such, she was tough. She wasn't cute. And she wasn't supposed to move like this. She was a runner and sure on her feet. Unless Jane and a river were around then all bets were off. Speaking of Jane, he was coming around the corner with her guys at his heels. It was past time to get this show on the road.
"Get your salads and meet me in the dining room so we can get this pow wow over with." Lisbon said as she grabbed two bowls and headed for the rarely used room.
She and Jane usually ate at the kitchen bar or the small table in their breakfast nook .They'd only used their formal dining room a time or two including their wedding. It was much too large for the intimacy they preferred.
"You heard the woman." Jane watched as their guys individualized their salads from the offerings he'd sliced and diced earlier knowing Lisbon had already taken care of his.
Observing the team peripherally as he rummaged through a cabinet, Jane wasn't at all surprised Rigsby liked a little salad with his pepperoni and cheese. That Cho was quite the Kalamata man was as unexpected as Van Pelt loading up on the grapes and mandarin oranges wasn't. Himself, he preferred a bit of everything to keep the mix interesting. Lisbon was a little more selective now than she usually was not having her usual cast iron stomach.
Taking the bread sticks from the oven, Jane dumped them in a basket before following the team's sudden exodus. Setting the basket on the table he took his seat by his wife foregoing his place at the head of the table content to let Cho have it instead. Looking down at his salad, he was pleased to see that Lisbon had gone heavy on the egg and light on the cheese with a couple of his favored pepperoncinis.
"So, anything interesting happen while we were at the grocery store?" Taking a sip of her tepid grape juice, Lisbon got the ball rolling.
"Nope." Cho was ever the conversationalist.
"We left the crime scene, went back to the office for an hour or so to wrap things up, swung by home, and came here." Van Pelt clarified.
"You mean you met up in our drive way at the appointed hour so you could all knock on our door at the same time?" Jane couldn't help laughing out loud at the preposterous picture in his head.
"Something like that." Rigsby crammed a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese in his mouth deciding Jane knew how to make a man salad…light on the rabbit food and heavy on the good stuff.
"That's ridiculous, you do know that?" Jane said looking at the team. "We didn't expect you to arrive at the same time."
"We thought it might be safer that way." Van Pelt said. "Let's opportunity for whatever's out there to get in here."
"I suppose that makes sense in a twisted way." Jane agreed deciding maybe their actions weren't quite as silly as they'd seemed when viewed in that context. "Well, guys, as Grace has opened the door and dinner won't be ready for, oh, another twenty minutes or so, what do you say to getting business out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of our evening. Or enjoy it as much as one can under the circumstance?"
Seeing the complying expressions surrounding him, Jane reached for Lisbon's hand under the table.
"As Lisbon and I were discussing earlier, by the steady escalation of the threats, we're running out of time. It doesn't help our case that she's getting less pocket rocket and more expectant mother with every passing day." Jane's shot his wife a look clearly stating it was time to accept reality.
She slept on that couch as much as she worked and her movements were more turtle than bunny rabbit. Well, that wasn't strictly true, but they were discussing the CBI. Not more intimate habits.
"I'm not helpless." Lisbon snapped.
"No, you aren't, in spite of what I just said. That's why you're still at work instead of here under the tight security Minelli would gladly assign to your case." Jane reminded her. "However, that doesn't mean you aren't in danger and that I'm not counting on these guys to keep a good watch over you no matter how familiar someone seems. Almost everyone we know is a suspect at this point."
Jane's look encompassed all of the team as he ignored Lisbon's silent tantrum.
"Even us?" Grace asked the question they were all wondering.
It wasn't above Jane to figure keeping his "enemies" close was the best way of protecting the Boss and their unborn babies. She had no doubts he'd be watching them watching Lisbon. Regardless of whether he thought one, or all of them, were in cahoots with Red John or not.
"No, Grace, not even you." Maybe a little bit; but, he wasn't admitting that.
Besides, none of them were going to be anywhere near Lisbon without him around anyway so his personal feelings didn't really matter.
"Minelli?" Cho asked as he speared a salty Kalamata.
"He better not." Lisbon shot Jane a dirty look clearly conveying he best not go there. She'd so kick his ass, both cheeks. "No way."
"Not Minelli or Mae either." Jane agreed refusing to allow Lisbon to snatch her hand away. "But, he's someone I know. Maybe someone we all know. Perhaps even someone we know well. That's why it's so important you don't let Lisbon out of your sight."
"You think he's going to walk right up to Lisbon and attack her in broad daylight?" Rigsby said in disbelief.
"No, I don't. But, I do think he could snatch Lisbon in broad daylight and, once he does, we won't get her back." Jane clarified his deepest fear. "Not living, breathing, and awaiting the birth of our son and daughter."
Looking at the faces so clearly startled he'd voice such a thing, Jane pondered his fear. A fear that, in a moment of misplaced trust, Lisbon might allow a familiar face much too close without realizing the danger until it was much too late. Especially within the hallowed halls of the CBI even knowing the havoc Red John had wrought there over the years. As distrustful as she was, Lisbon's cop instincts would want to be accepting of her fellow officers as they all did. They were part of the same storied fraternity relying on each other to stay alive. It was anathema that one, or more, of her fellow agents or co-workers would willingly plot her demise. But, in spite of her natural instincts, that was exactly what might be happening behind the scenes.
"Oh, hell, no." Rigsby said forcefully as the possibility Jane had been vocalizing for weeks finally sank in. "That isn't happening on our watch."
He rose to his feet and carried his empty bowl into the kitchen lost in thought. He'd been pondering Jane's words for weeks discounting most of it as natural over protectiveness. The same emotions he'd be feeling if he'd lost his family as Jane had. Or if Sarah, Benjamin, or Grace were being threatened as Lisbon was. While he didn't doubt Red John was out there waiting to strike, he didn't see boogey men in every shadow. Or he hadn't been. Not until the last couple of weeks. Now, he suspected he, and the rest of team, was finally on the same page with Jane.
The one that said Red John wasn't claiming the Boss no matter what kind of nasty tricks he played.
"No, it isn't." Jane followed Rigsby carrying the rest of the bowls which he quickly placed in the empty dishwasher. "I have every confidence all of you will do your job well and keep Lisbon safe."
"Do you?" Rigsby watched Jane add his bowl to the drawer.
"Yes, Wayne, I do. You're family and family protects family." Jane fixed him with a piercing stare as he opened the oven door to remove the pan of beautifully roasted chicken and potatoes. "Move those trivets a little bit closer together if you don't mind."
Rigsby silently did as he was told and watched Jane settle the heavy pan on the decorative pieces of metal.
"Why don't you take a few minutes to pull it together while we finish our conversation. There isn't anything you really need to hear except to watch for anything or anyone remotely out of the ordinary. I don't care how well you know the perpetrator or how harmless you take them or their actions to be. None of us thought Rebecca was anyone to reckon with. Bosco and his team died because I, all of us I suppose, failed to see the threat walking among us."
Rigsby nodded his head as he watched Jane head for the dining room knowing he was right in suggesting hyper vigilance. Red John wasn't going to slip through the door in the middle of the night to slice, dice, and leave his calling card. That would be much too easy for them to stop. Even if he had slipped by them in the past.
They'd learned a few things since Kristina Frye.
Oh, no, Red John was going to slither right up to Lisbon to steal her away when no one saw him coming.
Or he thought he was.