Chapter 5

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Teresa and Charlotte finished their day at the mall after meeting the Rigsbys. Teresa thought it would be a great thing if they got to know the neighbors. Patrick Jane never took the time to make friends. He never talked about his previous past. She wondered if he and his wife had close friends. It seemed like he lost touch with anybody with the past, but then she really shouldn't be thinking about this. It wasn't any of her business. She had to do her job to do and that was it. She couldn't deny she worried over him and how he handled this unsolved mystery he had to deal with not knowing who killed his wife and why she went missing. She had known at times he went into a dark mood once in a while. She was surprised at his announcement of taking in a child. Maybe it would be good for him. It was good for her. She herself never took time to become friends with people. She had never really met her neighbors in her building. She liked to keep to herself guarded and protected from relationships.

"I like Mr. Jane's neighbors. They seem nice." Charlotte commented looking up at Teresa who was carrying the bags.

"Yes, I do too." Teresa answered walking towards the black limousine and on the outside Mr. Minelli was waiting for them.

"Do you believe in what Mr. Jane does? That he can talk to dead people and know things about people." Charlotte wondered.

"He can read people's emotions very well and is very observant." Teresa explained. She didn't know how to answer about talking to the dead. She didn't necessary believe Jane actually could do that but she never let on about it. "I don't know. I don't think about it. I just help him with his scheduling and help him out with different things that he needs done. Like taking you shopping."

"So, has he done anything with missing people?" Charlotte queried.

"No, I'm sorry he hasn't. You want to find your parents?" Teresa queried. She felt sorry for the girl. She seemed so determined her parents would come back. She wasn't going give her false hope but she wanted help her in some way.

"Yes." Charlotte responded.

Charlotte wondered what it would be like if they showed up one day. Would they be pleased to see her? Would they hug her? Would they tell her they were sorry to leave her at the home? Would they tell they loved her? Too many question filled her mind. Right now she would focus on getting to know Teresa and Mr. Jane. They both lost somebody and she would enjoy being in their company and she could experience some sort of sense of family. She didn't know how to describe it yet since she barely knew them but she liked them.

11 Years Ago

Patrick returned home from meeting clients. Julie Jones was threatening to sue him because of an inaccurate reading.

"Patrick, you can't do this anymore. All you are doing is frauding people." Angela yelled in the middle of the den.

"Don't you want a good life? That's what I'm doing." Patrick talked back.

"You could find some honest work." Angela suggested. "It wouldn't be hard."

"Like what? This is all I know." Patrick retorted back.

"You could do something good instead of lying to people. That's why I wanted to leave the carnival in the first place. To get away from dishonesty."

"I'm making good money for us." Patrick admitted.

"Dishonest money! I can't do this anymore."Angela yelled again heading towards the front door. Patrick ran after her.

"But Angie, can't we talk more. I love you." Patrick begged running after her. She had already walked down the road.

Patrick came back to the present after going back to the night Angela left. He looked for her the next day. He decided not to go after her that night because he figured she needed her space. He hoped she would call to let him know where she went. He attempted to call her but it was turned off. He never found her the next few days. Nobody saw any sign of her. He asked around their neighbors and tried to talk to her friends. They hadn't seen her. They told him when they last saw her. He went to the police after a week and reported her missing. He hated their last conversation was a fight. He continued looking for her throught the next few months. The police didn't seem to have any leads. It was like she disappeared into thin air. Then after a year there was a hit and run accident where a woman was killed and Patrick was called in to identify Angela, who was found in the street. He knew it was her instantly. She had changed her hair from blonde to black.

Patrick came right away and was angry they didn't find her before then. It was then he decided to agree on helping the police with their cases so they would discover Angela's killer.

Going back to his reality and present, he now had to think about Charlotte. He supposed that Charlotte looking for her parents brought him to think about Angela missing. He never had any idea about the circumstances and never dug further. He should have but perhaps she didn't want to be found.

Patrick walked back to his office after his lunch with Mayor Mashburn. He considered Walter's suggestion about finding Charlotte's parents. That would be something she would want, so he would have to consider that because he needed to think about her. He had a client coming soon at 1:00. He arrived at his office. Janet Larson, a long brown haired woman in her mid thirties arrived in time for her reading. She came into the den style office he reserved for clients to make it look into a home type environment.

"Hello, Mr. Jane." Janet said as she sat on the sofa.

"How is everything, Janet?" He smiled his performance smile. The one he specifically used for clients.

"Better." Janet admitted. Her father had recently passed away from liver cancer and it had been a difficult time for her he knew. He guessed she wanted to connect with him. "Mr. Jane, it's been difficult since he died. Most of the time I feel I need to just disappear. I can't handle all the people that have been coming day after day since he died. I know they mean well but it's too much."

"I understand what you mean." Patrick responded knowing full well what she meant. After Angela disappeared and discovered in the hit and run, their friends and some family came constantly and sometimes he couldn't handle them. But then they stopped coming and he was alone again which was fine by him. "What can I do for you today?"

"My father. I need to connect with him." Janet confessed. "Can you get through to him?" Janet asked hopingly.

"I'll see what I can do. What do you need from him?" Patrick asked and took her hand.

Teresa called Mr. Minelli to come by and pick them up at the entrance of the mall where she and Charlotte were waiting. Her phone then rang as she was about to go in the limo. "Hello." Teresa answered. She noticed Charlotte going in the back. She followed.

"Yeah, Teresa. I need a file for Janet Larson. I left it at my office at home. Can you bring it to me?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you, Teresa."

Teresa hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket. "Mr. Minelli, we're going back to Mr. Jane's house, but to pick something up and then we're heading to his office." Teresa explained.

"Will do, Miss Lisbon." Minelli called back.

"We're going to Mr. Jane's office. Is that where he does his readings?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes. He needs me to get a file."

They arrived at Mr. Jane's office and Teresa and Charlotte went ahead and went to the office. "This is Mr. Jane's office, Charlotte, where he does his readings." Teresa explained. They saw through a window Mr. Jane and a woman.

"I want to let him know I forgive him." The woman stated. Patrick was seated on the couch, his eyes closed and he held the woman's hand. "He's here. He wants you to know he hears you. He understands."

"This is where he works all the time?" Charlotte asked Teresa. She had dressed in some of her new clothes after they arrived back to the house. She was really excited for new clothes as she hardly had any at the home. Most of them were hand me downs from previous girls that had come and gone at the home. Miss Flynn had kept them in the closet in the room. She would go one by one to the girls and throw them out and say, "Here, see if this fits." Alot of them were very old from the 1930s when the home first started. Generally when girls had been adopted the adoptive parents would buy them new clothes for them and wouldn't take their old clothes. Another reason Charlotte was excited for her new clothes was because they were actually modern.

"Yes. He used to work out of home, but that was before I worked for him." Teresa explained holding Mr. Jane's file that he needed in her hand.

"When his wife was still alive?" Charlotte inquired.

"He told you about her?" Teresa asked with a surprised look. Did he really tell the orphan about his wife? He was always so closed up about that. It was rare when he said anything to her.

"Yes, this morning at breakfast, but not much." Charlotte admitted looking through the window at Mr. Jane with his client. Then she looked at Teresa again.

"He usually doesn't talk about her." Teresa admitted.

"He told me he doesn't know what happened to her." Charlotte stated.

"I'm surprised he told you."

"Well, maybe we could help." Charlotte offered. She thought it was sad that Mr. Jane hadn't been able to figure out who killed his wife and figured out what happened to her before that.

"The police are doing that." Teresa sighed. "Though it's a very nice offer, Charlotte."

"They're not doing a very good job." Charlotte spoke. "I'm good at finding things. I helped the other girls and even Miss Flynn to find their stuff."

"It's a little more complicated than that, Charlotte." Teresa responded seriously.

"How long ago did she die? He didn't say."

"10 years ago."

"Obviously, they're not doing a good job. That's a long time to know what happened to someone."

"I'm not sure if Mr. Jane would even agree to that. He's been through a lot, more than I even know. He's very sensitive when it comes to this."

"I just thought, if I can't find my parents, I could help him."

Soon Mr. Jane and the woman came out of his office. saw Teresa and Charlotte in the next room. He smiled when he saw them.

"Thank you, Mr. Jane. I'll see you next week."Janet said.

"See you then, Janet." Patrick said. He turned back to Teresa and Charlotte. "Hello."

"I got your file, Jane." Teresa said as he handed him the file. "But it doesn't look like you need it." She observed the woman still walking to the elevator to go downstairs.

"I need it but I have to admit I wanted to see you two." He pointed to Teresa and Charlotte and genuinely smiled. "And Teresa, you can call me Patrick." He reminded her.

"Okay, Patrick." Teresa smirked. "You wanted to see us."

"Of course. Ah, it looks like you have new clothes, Charlotte." Patricked observed and the girl's clothes and grinned. "They look nice and fresh."

"I've never had new clothes before. Most of the clothes I wore were from previous orphans from years before. Like the 1930s."

"The girls home can't afford new clothes for the girls? They're that old?" Patrick said astounded at the realization that the girls there had never worn new clothes. After all, he has supported the girls home for years ever since he had be able to give money. Angela influenced him to give money. What did they use the money for? "What does Miss Flynn use the money for that is donated?"

"Yup, it's true. Well, I don't know exactly where the mone goes. We did get new heater last year. And maybe for toilet paper or supplies."

"Well, we'll have to do something about that." Patrick announced.