Kenzie chuckled as Teresa yelled at Rigsby, who arrived late to the crime scene. She looked up, seeing Patrick stumbling down the hill.
"Where were you?" asked Kenzie.
"It's all a journey, Kenz," said Patrick.
"She washed up here sometime last night. A jogger found her this morning, called it in," said Rigsby. "The only identifiable mark is that tattoo. Coroner says she was strangled before she hit the water. Some tissue under her fingernails."
"Might've scratched the killer," said Teresa.
"No sign of sexual assault."
"Kenzie," called out Patrick. Kenzie hummed in acknowledgement. "Check between her toes."
"Why?"
"Because I don't really want to."
Kenzie's face scrunched up in annoyance before she gestured to Rigsby to check the body.
"Needle marks," said Rigsby. "She was an addict?"
Kenzie and Patrick walked up to the body, looking at the feet.
"Manicure but no pedicure. Didn't want people to see her feet. The track marks don't seem fresh. Maybe she got clean."
"As soon as the ME identifies her, I want you to go and see if she has any drug arrests and check out the local rehab centers."
"Yeah, you got it."
Patrick's phone rang and walked away to answer it.
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A detective from the missing person's unit stood in Kenzie's office, speaking to Kenzie and Patrick about Kristina.
"Blood on the wall– DNA analysis says it's Frye's," said the detective. "And the house was clean. No prints or trace evidence of any kind. No sign of a body or a grave."
"She's alive," said Kenzie. "If he killed her, he would've left her body out on display. It looks like this is more than just a missing persons case to me. I can talk to the head of the division and ask him to hand the case over to us."
"Why? Because it's Red John, you're the Red John guys?" Kenzie sighed. "I've read his file, too. Frye's been missing for four months. Red John never kept a victim alive for more than a few days. He never left a-a clue on the scene except for the–the painted face. And that call Frye made– that's hardly a cry for help."
"What's your point," hissed Kenzie.
"Well, who knows if Red John had anything to do with this? As far as I know, Frye painted the face herself."
"Why in the world would she do that?"
The detective scoffed. "Well, the woman thinks she talks to the dead. She's half a nutcase walking out the door."
"That doesn't–"
"Kenz, I-I agree with Agent Molinari," said Patrick. "Kristina's case should remain in his capable hands. Let's, uh, not get in the way."
Patrick sat the mug down and walked out of the office. Kenzie followed him.
"I don't get it. You don't want the case? So, what are you doing?"
The elevator doors slid open.
"Nothing."
"So how about you skip the part where you keep your plan from me and tell me where you're going?"
"Red John let Kristina make a call that could be traced. He's playing a game."
"With who?"
"See you later."
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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, ...
