He couldn't sleep.
Again.
After the death of Red John, it wasn't long before his brutish nightmares morphed into healing dreams of Angela and Charlotte smiling at him. Dreaming of them that way allowed him to close, although never forget, that segment of his life.
Now he couldn't sleep because of the Big Nap at two o'clock when he stretched out on the Jane residence sofa with eighteen pounds on his chest. Baby Thomas lay on Daddy, absorbing his warmth, hearing his heart beat. Patrick wouldn't risk their baby falling. Besides, Teresa would kill him.
Of course he couldn't sleep!
