Kenzie's leg bounced as she sat between Teresa and Patrick. A TV reporter and his camera crew wanted to do a story on the exploits of the CBI. Kenzie wanted nothing to do with it, but she couldn't do anything.
"The red light's on. That means we're ready, yeah," asked Teresa.
"Yes," said the reporter. "Would you tell us why and how a psychic becomes a CBI agent?"
"I'm not a psychic," explained Patrick. "No such things as psychics."
"And he's not a CBI agent," said Kenzie. "He's a consultant. Big difference."
"'No such thing as psychics.' Uh, care to elaborate?"
'Uh, no, not particularly. Um, you know what? This-this is no– This is not a good idea, I don't think. Um, it's not a good idea."
Patrick walked out of the room. The reporter cleared his throat. "Okay. Um, maybe we'll– we'll come back to that later. Uh, how do your cases usually start?"
"Uh, a case begins with us getting a phone call from the A.G.'s office to lead an investigation. In the St. Clare homicide, the local D.A. wanted us on it because there were political issues involved," said Teresa.
"And how did the local cops feel 'bout your–your team coming in?"
"We get along extremely well with our local partners in law enforcement, yeah."
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Kenzie and Patrick walked alongside the sheriff at the crime scene.
"My people can handle this, no problem. California Bureau of Interference is what you are," said the sheriff.
"Interference? That's witty," said Patrick.
"Stop it," whispered Kenzie. "I'm sure you guys are capable of handling this, Chief Donner. But we're simply following the A.G.'s orders."
"Screw the A.G. This case is going to be in the news, and you people are spotlight hogs. That's all."
Kenzie sighed. "I assure you, sir–"
"--Don't waste your time. His anger runs deeper than you can reach," interrupted Patrick.
"Seriously, stop. Usually, this is funny. But that is the last thing we need, and I don't need anyone on my ass."
Cho and Teresa walked up to them. "The victim is Martha St. Clare, 34, media relations coordinator for the mayor of this town. Mayor was here to break ground on a new development, dug up her P.R. flack instead."
"Damn."
"Yeah, victim was stabbed twice in the chest, but there's no blood here."
"Killed elsewhere," said Teresa.
Patrick bent down to look at the body. "Home. Her nails are done. Her hair's done. This woman doesn't wear sweatpants anywhere but at home."
"Cho, have Van Pelt check it out."
"The killer wanted the body to be discovered here under the glare of the cameras."
"And likely came here to watch the fuss."
"Likely."
"Maybe the camera crews caught something," said Kenzie. "We'll need to have them look into it."
Patrick starts sniffing the bruised body. Something was ripped off her neck during the struggle. The sheriff, Kenzie, and Teresa look at Patrick. Kenzie sighed.
"Is he sniffing her," asked the sheriff.
"Yeah," answered Kenzie.
"You pay him to sniff people?"
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I Bet on Losing Dogs - Patrick Jane
Fanfiction"I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring, Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, ...
