1
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. Thank you."
He hugs me. Hard and sweet.
Wants to show enthusiasm for his new position.
So clean and smooth and fragrant.
Not just a suit, a three-piece suit.
Such a grateful boy.
2
Four days ago.
"Patrick Jane, really?"
"Red John, right? Wife and child."
"He dropped off the radar."
3
He's here to see me.
As this falls into the detective job description, I may as well take a look.
4
Wrinkled, rumpled.
He doesn't smell too good either.
Beat.
Beat.
I'm overwhelmed.
Whatever it is that this lost boy has got going on
blasts right past concepts like proper office attire, hygiene, waiting areas and societal mores.
Scalds my eyeballs.
Goes direct to my limbic system and pinballs throughout my body.
5
That, without a doubt, is the finest piece of horseflesh I've ever seen.
6
A few minutes later, I'm hauling it into my office.