Red Bones, Red Bones- Chapter 9
"Mr. Jane, would you like me to go through this with you again? I am your federally appointed psychiatrist. If you don't talk to me, if I don't sign these forms to say you are mentally ready to be alone, then you will be put into a mental facility." Sweets said slowly.
"I just don't think this is a good use of my time! My daughter is out there-" Jane began
"And clearing your mind of destructions like suicidal thoughts will help you to see the correct path." He repeated.
"I didn't try to commit suicide!"
"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I was looking at the view!" Jane lied easily.
"Patrick, you need to talk to me. I know what you tried to do, and I know why you tried to do it. This," he gestured towards Jane's unshaven face, his ragged clothes, his generally homeless looking appearance. "This isn't going to help Charlotte. This won't help you identify Red John." Sweets began.
"I have to find her-"
"The squints will do that. It's usually better not to get in their way." Sweets paused.
"Talk to me, Jane." He finished.
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"Okay, this is the list of suspects." Angela said quietly, her voice strained. Every member of both teams had been in the lab all day, and all night. They had to find him. They had to find Red John.
And the clock was ticking.
Fourteen hours left. Fourteen hours to save the daughter of their friend. Fourteen hours to go over each suspect on Jane's list over and over. Fourteen hours to get to Malibu. Fourteen hours to catch Red John.
Thirteen hours and fifty-nine minutes
"Okay, here is all of the people that Jane identified as suspects…" Angela pulled up a large circle on the Angelaton, filled with smaller circles. "Each circle represents a different suspect. So.. Who do we filter out first?" Angela looked at the agents.
"Start with the people who don't have alibis." Lisbon said.
"Okay… There are four hundred and twelve people, without the filter. That leaves a hundred and forty people." Angela spoke, the agents and scientists quietly observing.
"Then do the people who didn't have the strength to subdue the Jane's wife. The defensive markers on her ribs and arms show she tried to shield something, presumably Charlotte." Brennan noted.
"That takes away thirty six people. We still have a suspect pool of a hundred and four." Silence filled the room.
"Take away the people who don't have kids." Booth said, followed by looks of confusion from the scientists. "He said in the note he left for Jane that he had killed his wife and child. Why wouldn't he personalise it a little more here and say daughter?" Booth looked around, as Sweets caught on.
"Because he lost a child! Red John must have lost a child when before he started killing! That's why he said child. I've never actually seen this before.. But it makes sense. Red John feels a kind of pain when he takes the life of a child, but he felt the need to show Jane how precious the life of a child is, so he kept her-""Okay, we get it Sweets." Angela pulled up the suspect pool. "Six people left."
"So what now.." Brennan said. "We're already going off of pure fiction!" It came down to that. There was nothing but that. With Red John, it was guess work. With Red John, there is nothing but guess work. There wasn't enough evidence to shorten the suspect pool. There wasn't enough man power to question each suspect. There wasn't enough to catch him. They were running on fiction. They were running out of fiction to create truth.
But all fiction is based on fact.
All fiction is based on some form of logic.
All fiction has some form of truth.
And she saw it.
She saw the truth buried between the pages of fiction.
She saw the truth buried under the lies.
She saw the truth from his past.
"Run the six suspects against the list of Jane's clients." Lisbon said quietly.
And then it happened.
The name was there.
The face was there.
His face was there.
Red John.
They knew who it was.
They knew who Red John was.
A/N- Sorry it's a short one but… Well.. I suppose you get the point.. J J Reviews? Thankyou!