He was bored with his toy Patrick Jane. The little faker had once been quite amusing but now he was an irritation, merely a thorn in Red John's side.
It was easy to tell when Patrick's status changed. Dinner for two, intimate Napa restaurant, nightcap at Ms. Lisbon's apartment, slipping out right after dawn. Red John's mole at the SCU reported Monday night that the quarry was now turning into a determined hunter with renewed spark in his eye.
Patrick's use of the strumpet had almost worked. It was too close.
Now Red John was going to end the game.
