Shadows of the past

Endgame

Cho had finally fixed the car and they carried on their way to the prison. Jane reached for his cell phone and hit the first number on his speed dial. Four rings later, the call went to the voicemail.

"Why won't she pick it up?" Jane said with a worried expression, running his fingers in his hair.

"Try Van Pelt. Or Rigsby," Cho replied, and Jane nodded and dialed again.

At first, he called Rigsby without success. A growing concern rose in him as he tried calling Van Pelt this time. She picked it up on the second ring, and she told him all about what happened, in a low hoarse voice between sobs.

Cho heard all about it too. After the call, Jane hung up the phone bitterly, and Cho speeded up and turned on the sirens of the car. He also called for backup and an ambulance for Rigsby.

They arrived ten minutes later. Jane and Cho spotted the coroner and the medics loading Ribsby's lifeless body in a black bag. Van Pelt was just standing there, crying her eyes out. Cho went to her side and embraced her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and carried on crying.

Jane stood by Rigsby's body and looked at his friend for the last time. He felt waves of anger and bitterness washing through him and clenched his fists. He walked to Van Pelt and asked her about what happened. She told him how they were hit and forced to stop. The ambushers wanted Lorelei and opened fire against the team. She told him what happened to Rigsby and how Lorelei knocked her down too. And then, she explained how they grabbed Lisbon too, and there was nothing she could do all by herself.
That felt like a final blow to Jane. He tried to calm himself first, then he and Cho comforted Van Pelt and explained to her that it wasn't her fault.

They stayed there until the coroner left with Rigsby's body, and then they returned to CBI. The moment they stepped in, Jane asked Van Pelt information for an address, and two minutes later, he had it. He rushed up to his attic and picked up the gun he had hidden so well in this place. Without further delay, he paced out of the building as fast and discreetly as he could.

He drove like a mad man. Eventually, he reached the place of the address he had collected in less than thirty minutes' driving. He took the gun along, hid it in his jacket and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the door and walked to the house.
This house belonged to Filipe Carlos and his wife, Tiffany Beckett. Jane managed to enter the place and found Tiffany Beckett at the kitchen.

"Ah, Mr. Jane. I was expecting you," she said perfectly calmly, took the kettle off the stove and filled two cups. "Sugar?"

"Where is he? And where is Lisbon?" Jane almost hissed at her, barely maintaining his composure, as waves of anger seemed to wash through his veins.

"No need to be rude. I don't know what you're talking about," she replied in an innocent tone.

"I'm talking about your husband, Felipe Carlos, or should I say, Red John?" Jane snapped at her. She paused for a second and her previous confusion turned into a smirk.

"Well done, Patrick. He was right. You're a smart one. How did you know?" She said with amusement.

"Does it matter? Where did he take Lisbon?" Jane asked again as rage was growing more apparent on his features.

"Of course it matters. But I don't know anything about your friend. Sorry," she said, bearing the same – almost mocking – smirk.

"I don't believe you. Tell me where he is!" Jane demanded and swiftly picked up his gun and pointed it towards her.