Disclaimer: I wish I owned the mentalist....
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Lisbon's P.O.V.
"You owe me two hundred bucks, and I want extra pickles on my cheeseburger," I hear Cho say. Rigsby is talking to Ms. Woodson in the interrogation room, and we watch through the one way glass.
Earlier, when we arrived at Ms. Woodson's state house, she had attempted to flee. I ended up tackling her to the ground and cuffing her. I don't know why she ran, considering she asked us to come over. It was probably something Jane said.
"No, not yet. Save your pickle cravings for later. Watch and learn," Jane replies, walking into the dimly lit room, interrupting yet another interrogation.
"Ms. Woodson. Can I call you Dana?" He asks, pulling up a chair.
"No. " She muttered.
"Dana, look. I can feel your stress. You are worried because you made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes..." He goes on. I doubt it will work. Okay, that's a lie, of course it will work. Jane will use his otherworldly 6th sense and close the case, leaving me with a load of paperwork to do explaining why he did whatever stupid thing. In this case, he went to the wrong house. It's been worse, but considering that I have slept seven hours total in the last three days, this is going to be torture.
"The only mistake I made was letting you guys take this case!" She exlaims, even though we all know she has no control over who takes what case.
"Look. If you fess up everything will go a lot easier. I kow you killed your son.." Jane trails off, looking her staight in the eye.
"Fine, fine. I was mad. Jeff, my ex-husband-"
"The victim's dad." Jane clarifies.
"Yes. Anyway, he had gotten this fat check, this three thousand dollar loan that was supposed to be mine. I was on the terrace leading to the motel room I was staying in, and I saw someone wearing an old Yankees sweatshirt. It was the same one Jeff got on our trip to New York. I was just so angry. I-I..I pushed him over the edge. Later, I found-d out that it was m-my only son, Nathan. Jeff had given him the sweatshirt when-n he left. And now Nate's dead and...and it's Jeff's fault!!" Ms. Woodson snivels, sobbing.
"Actually, it's not." He replies. Her only responce is more crying. He gets up, and I can practically see the waves of smugness coming off his vest.
He smirks and announces, "Case closed."
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