Chapter 5
Rigsby frowned as he got that text. He had to read it twice before figuring it out.
How's Benjamin? I kind of miss the little rascal. J.
He's fine, thanks, he texted back. A bit dumb, he had to admit – didn't know what else to say anyway.
Good. What about you?
Looked like Jane intended to chat via text messages. Well, after a month of complete silence, that was a sort of improvement – wasn't it?
Pretty good. Sarah and I are sorting things out. I just hope for the best.
His cellphone buzzed again a moment later.
Glad to hear that. Good luck.
Thanks.
There was a longer pause at that point. Rigsby was just beginning to think that Jane was already tired of sending him texts, when he got another one.
How're the guys?
He sighed. Of course that was Jane's original question – the one that had prompted all the texting as a matter of fact.
Don't really know.
Come on. You see them every day, don't you?
Well, Cho is… Cho, you know.
I know. Very well argued anyway.
Rigsby could almost picture the man annoyingly smirking at him.
Stop being an idiot, or I won't answer your question.
Okay. Sorry. Go ahead.
Grace is… kind of weird lately.
I figured that much.
Hey, she's been through a lot!
I know.
There's a guy who asked her on a date. She turned him down.
Can't blame her. Most of her dates were actually crazy murderers.
Except for you, of course, was the text that followed a second later.
Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Rigsby started fidgeting. Didn't like what was going to come next.
What about Lisbon?
Here he was. Damn.
Well, I'm afraid she's a bit upset.
He waited for Jane's reply for what seemed ages.
I'm sorry to hear that.
You have to be. It's your fault, you know?
At that point the communication stopped abruptly. Rigsby just sighed again and went upstairs to check if Benjamin was still asleep.
He wasn't expecting to hear from Jane anytime soon.