Chapter 2
She simply couldn't sleep that night. Her apartment felt so empty without Jane.
For the first time since she had signed for her job, she was really afraid. Afraid of the evil lurking into the shadows. Afraid that she was going to lose her mind if she kept on thinking about it.
Now she dimly understood why Jane hadn't been able to completely surrender to sleep for years now. What, with a crowd of horrible thoughts swirling across your mind – and the most unpleasant prospect to relive your worst fears as soon as you fall asleep… it was a marvel that Jane had managed to stay sane until now.
Red John was still haunting them, even in his death. Even more so in his death.
She grabbed her cellphone, wondering whether it would be fair to call Jane right now or not. What if he was actually sleeping for once?
What if he had enough of his own nightmares, without having to deal with hers as well?
Panic got the better of her at last. What if being finally alone had triggered something bad into his head?
Pressing the speed dial button, she anxiously waited for him to answer.