In the other van, things were slowly calming down. Jane knew the longer he kept up his teasing, taunting and tall tales, the longer Lisbon would be mad. So the two quieted, and the tension between them faded with the passing miles. The freeway they had been on for the past hour gradually blended in with a highway that weaved through the beautiful town of Nevada City. This was a city that was haunted by the days of gunslingers and carriages, giving it the same appearance it held years and years ago.

In both the vans it was more peaceful. Rigsby's hunger had begun to fade, and even Lisbon's sour expression began to vanish, though her anger still was nestled in her chest nearby. The silence lasted longer than at the start of the trip, for nearly an hour until they reached Scotts Flat Road, which winded them through towering sweet green mountains, and cedars whose roots were blanketed in the same red dirt that was in the shoe of the dead child. The road went on for several miles, until it came to an end where a small check in building sat, and campers drifted in and out. Rigsby was hovering behind them as they pulled up to the building and explained the situation. The vans were let in without charge, and a family who was passing by, pushing a stroller and heading towards the small campground store, stared at the vans. Jane waved at them but they continued to stare, unsettled by a small group of murder investigators entering their safe vacation world.

"So where should we go?" Lisbon asked as they rolled down the road, their van cruising beneath the bows of pine and oak, passing by many lifeless campsites. He lazily pointed foreword as he continued scanning each site, drinking in every face, car, and feeling he got from the campers.

"Keep going." Lisbon sighed as they passed many staring faces of campers heading down to the lake that was the vans neared. As they gently coasted down a small but steep hill, the lake peaked into view. The water glowed with the kiss of the sun, and was decorated by kayakers and motor boats with happily screaming children in tow.

"229…230…" As the campsite of 232 crawled up to them, it immediately caught Jane's attention. He waved at the agent to stop, his eyes skipping through it like a dog sniffing out its new home, as he gathered information through a sense that was stronger than everyone else's. 232 was a lake front site, large and underused for only one tent sat in it, and two lonesome looking coolers. But there was not one person in it, only jays and blackbirds hopped about chattering at one another. As Lisbon began to drive again, Jane shook his head, looking behind him at the neighboring site that was empty. "I want to look around." Lisbon then stuck her hand out the window, signaling at Rigsby to back up, and the two vans parked into the bare site beside 232.

The vans were emptied quickly as their legs burned from being trapped in cars that were filled with different types of insanity. Cho, Rigsby, and Grace feared to meet Lisbon's gaze, trailing softly behind the agent and consultant as they passed through the site, looking about. But Jane's interest was not in their site, for his eyes were still on the one adjacent to them. But when the group continued on his tale, he quickened his step to get away from his coworkers in order to let his mind and eye absorb every detail from everything and everyone. Already he had read the faces of several campers, and knew one was a cheater by the way she looked at him, and the way her husband appeared as she did so made it clear that he knew but was too afraid to speak up. Once Jane was a few steps passed, the man looked back at him when Jane purposefully coughed loudly, and he silently mimed to the husband "tell her." The man stared in shock for a moment before turning to his wife. The couple happened to be passing through the site where Rigsby and the rest stood, using it as a short cut to the beach, when he heard an "I know you're cheating on me," and a muffled "Damn" from the woman as she diverted her gaze to the ground.

"He's gonna get someone killed one of these days…" Rigsby mumbled to Cho, Lisbon quickly said over her shoulder.

"He already has." Rigsby went stiff as she spoke, and then nodded.

"Yes. Oh yes. You are correct Agent Lisbon, like always. I do in fact recall that." She then looked back again, giving him an unsure glance before returning her gaze to the lake and lightly populated beach ahead.

"can you be any more obvious." Cho muttered as he pushed past him. Rigsby sighed and Grace gave him an amused look. While Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt continued checking out the site their vans were in, Lisbon hurried up to Jane.

"So what's the plan? We wander around, hoping the guy will show up?"

"Eh, it can't hurt."

"I'm going to the bathroom, keep your eye out." Jane nodded to her as she diverted her path and headed up to the restrooms that rested atop a well worn hill. As she drifted away, waiting till she was no longer there to scold him, he began to examine every footprint, cup, and brand of items that sat quietly in the abandoned site. It didn't take long till his mind began to dance, making him smile to himself as he looked about and circled the parking spot of the site multiple times. Jane nodded, fiddling with his fingers as all his surroundings laid out a plan before his inquisitive eyes. He let out a satisfied sigh as he looked about the quietly populated campground, before waving to Agent Rigsby.

"Hey Rigsby," he called out through an impish smirk, "come here."