Chapter 3
"I'm sorry, boss".
"No need to be, Cho. Right from the start I knew that Jane was going to be angry at me if my plan to catch Red John worked out well. It was just a matter of time before he decided our friendship wasn't worth it and left".
"We're all going to miss him nevertheless".
"Yeah", she whispered softly. She would sorely miss him – despite all the times his crazy stunts had made her regret having the liability for his actions.
As Cho went out of her office she slid open the drawer in her desk. The bottle of tequila was kind of calling her name tonight.
Damn her and her propensity for lost causes. No matter how hard she tried, she always failed to rescue the people she most cared about.
Her father and his drinking problem.
Sam Bosco.
Jane.
She gulped the first shot of tequila. Life wasn't fair, was it?
Her mother's death had had her figuring out that much. Even if at the time she was just twelve.
Why should she grieve over Jane quitting their friendship? She got what she wished for anyway.
He was still alive. He hadn't turn into a murderer, and therefore didn't risk going to jail for life. He was free now. Free from the serial killer who had haunted his footsteps for all those years. Who had almost driven him crazy.
If the price she had to pay for all that was never hearing from Jane again… well, she was willing to accept it.
That didn't mean this wasn't going to hurt.
It would hurt. Like hell.
She was probably doomed to suffer. There was nothing to do about that.
The single comfort she still had was a bunch of memories. And the tequila she carefully kept hidden inside her desk.