Tricking The Mentalist-2

Chapter five: Return of Red John

Trish's POV

It's been a few days since my accident, and everything was working just fine.

I had gained Lisbon's trust, nearly died for it, but still I had her. Now I can do anything.

I have been spending a lot of time with Lisbon, enough so that she could trust me and know that my loyalty lays with her.

I kept wondering why didn't I move? The car was coming, why did I freeze?

I opened my daily newspaper, sat down on my bed and skipped through some of the page that weren't that interesting.

There was a picture of me and Lisbon.

Saved by a ex-con, interesting title!

I slowly turned the page, but something caught my eye. A word was underlined.

Pay

I started to pay more attention and found out many more words underlined like that one.

I took out a piece of paper and a pen and started writing them down.

Pay...for.....your.....sins....returning...to...kill...red....john..

"What the hell?" I exclaimed.

Nobody reads this damn newspaper but me. I know for sure Patrick doesn't because he's too afraid that something about Charlotte may come up.

Lisbon doesn't like the local newspaper, so I know it wasn't her than who is it?

It can't be Red John.

"No, it can't" I tried to convinced myself.

That was definitely NOT planned.

I examined the paper one last time but found nothing else, so I stood up and tore it apart.

I took the pieces and ran downstairs near the fireplace and burned them.

I have to get rid of him. If the message was destined to me, which I was sure it was, he was definitely going to kill me.

I can't let that happen. And I can't either if it was destined for Patrick because that's MY goal, MY prize at the end of the game.

Game on Red John. Let's see who's going to get Patrick Jane first.

I knew exactly who could help me get rid of this nuisance: an old friend of mine called Falzone.

Yeah he's in jail so what. I need him. But to help me, I have to find a motive. And I know Falzone is a man of word so if he'll give me his word, then I know for sure I can count on him.

I will have to visit him in jail. There is no other way.

I went back upstairs to the library and silently knocked on the door as I heard the door creek to reveal Jane.

"Umm..Hey" I said.

Patrick gave me his signature smile and let me in.

I sat down comfortably on his sofa.

"Look Patrick, we need to talk" he slowly came up.

His legs were touching my knees as he was standing in front of me.

"No we don't" he said.

He put his legs on the couch, so that I was trapped.

An idea came to my mind.

I shoved him away playfully and made my way to his desk where he had a lot of booze.

I opened his drawer and poured a lot of it into two drinks. This was going to be fun.

I smirked at him evily.

"You have to drink all of it"

"And why would I do that Frosty?" He asked.

Frosty, that nickname made my swoon.

"Because...if you do it I'll do it too" I winked.

Patrick smiled and drank all of the cup, which was a lot and so did I.

The use of partying in my high school years was finally going to pay for once.

A few drinks later, Patrick was obviously drunk. And I, well I pretended to be.

We laughed, we sang and we talked.

I sat on the couch and he came next to me. Jane put his head on my shoulder and fell asleep.

His snoring was adorable and I couldn't help but smile at his sleepy face. He looked peaceful.

I finally rolled over and watched him sleep.

I grabbed my jacket and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

I took a quick shower and put on some new clothes, dressing like a business woman.

I grabbed Jane's keys and one of his rare suitcases and left.

Time to reunite with Falzone.