The first thing what I saw was mess and blood. Bloody mess. This room was nothing like the one I have visited a few days ago. Everything was broken into pieces and was thrown everywhere. The desk, the chairs and the documents weren't there anymore but some dust, as if burned or something.

I noticed those that later. What caught my attention were two bodies on the floor, swimming in their own blood. They laid under the window. The glass before me was painted into the red smiley face.

The teachers were blocking us from entering the room, but I managed to slip between them when they were shouting something to the students.

I knelt besides the bodies and examined them carefully. The woman - Mrs Clinton - was wearing the black coat over the white blouse and the black dress. Her face was grimaced as if she knew what was going to happen to her before she died. She wasn't wearing any shoes and her toenails were painted in blood. The shoes weren't in the room at all. The body was cut completely. Blood was already dried but it wasn't covering the cuts. The neck was turned and looked like she was staring at the director.

The man was laying after ten feet away. He was wearing the old clothes and was without the shoes 's what I managed to get before the policemen dragged me outside.

Oh, they were so nice, worrying about my mental issues. Stupid annoying people. Couldn't get those kind of stuff didn't bother me anymore. But, oh well, forget it.

As I was dragged outside, I was met by the red haired woman. Van Pelt tried not to sound surprised when she asked me what I was doing there.

"Oh, hello there, Agent Van Pelt" I greeted her "being not too long time since we last met"

"Yes, that's right" she agreed" mind to tell me what happened?"

"Better return in the room" she nodded and pulled out the phone from the pocket. She apologized and then spoke

"Boss, it's Van Pelt"

She walked in the cabinet. I followed her. The teachers and the students had left already and the policemen had crossed the room with those yellow tags. Van Pelt knelt beside the corpses.

"It's the woman and the man, about mid-age. Their body is completely cut and the toenails are painted in blood. In short it's definitely Red John"

Her boss, I guess it was Agent Lisbon, told her something. Grace winced and glanced over me, then turned to the bodies.

"There's something Jane might like, Boss"

Lisbon probably replied they would be there soon because she nodded

"We are waiting"

Before I had a chance to speak Agents Cho and Rigsby entered the room. They stared at me for a moment and soon turned to their colleague.

"Boss and Jane are coming?" asked Wayne

"They will be there soon but first let's talk about the targets" suggested Grace. Cho immediately went into his cop role

"Margaret Clinton, widow, had a son about 23 years old and the two daughters, 20 and 27. Her late husband, James Clinton, was an English teacher, They had been married about 30 years. He died in the car crash 5 years ago"

Typical, I thought. Rigsby picked in his notes

"The elder daughter lives in Alaska, is married, has no children. The others are single. None of them lived with their mother"

"Okay, I got it, we can talk about her life later with boss" Van Pelt stopped him "what about the headmaster?"

"The same age as the woman" relied Rigsby "the teachers know nothing about his life, but they describe him as an intelligent gentleman. He had been the headmaster of this school for 10 years but seems like he didn't like to talk about his private life"

"I see" nodded Grace. The silence between them was pretty awkward until Cho didn't break it.

"Is it Red John?" he asked

"Definitely" I replied. The Agent stared at me. I crossed arms over the chest "you are gonna ask me how I know that. Well, first answer me, what did you see when you entered the room?"

"Smiley face" answered all of them together

"Exactly, this signature is Redd John's... let's say... the most important weapon. You see this smile and you already know there's something wrong, something bad happened. It's pretty clear these two were in the.. ehem... relationship..." I almost gagged with disgust "they spent the whole night here, talking and doing God-knows-what. That's how Red John found them. As you see their cuts are almost identical, difference is within the shoes"

"What shoes?" asked Rigsby "I can't see any shoes here"

"Exactly" I pointed out

"The teacher's shoes are missing" said Cho

"Right" I nodded "if I am right, the one of them should be under the window, in the middle of the school yard" I walked over the window and looked outside "just as I thought. The man was married and had a very jealous wife. I don't think his children really cared about his love life but it's clear my dear maths teacher wasn't the only lover for him. The connection had been enacted. Now it's time for the most inter..."

"For the most interesting, for the most important question. Why were they killed" a man's voice cut me off. I turned back towards the corpses and saw Lisbon kneeling next to them. Jane was standing with stoic face. he had his hands in his pockets and was staring at me. I smiled at him

"I guess you already know the answer"

Lisbon stood up and looked between us.

"You know?" she raised the brows.

"You were the reason why they had been killed, Alice Lorens" replied Jane and smiled dryly "you were right when you said Red John would find you"

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