Iduna_Frost
RED TELLS
Patrick Jane can read anyone.
A nervous twitch. A carefully chosen word. A smile that arrives half a second too late.
People lie. Their bodies don't.
Then Hunter walks into the CBI.
The new consultant is sharp, private, infuriatingly observant, and completely unimpressed by Jane's charm. Worse, she has an irritating habit of noticing things he would rather keep buried.
Jane pushes her buttons.
Hunter pushes back.
What begins as professional rivalry quickly turns into something much more personal, a quiet war of manipulation, observation, and perfectly timed remarks. Neither is willing to back down. Neither is willing to admit when the other has struck too close to the truth.
And somewhere beneath the games, the cases, and the growing tension, something neither of them expected begins to take shape.
But there is one thing neither of them can afford to forget.
Red John is still out there.
He is watching.
He is waiting.
And while Jane is busy trying to figure out Hunter's tells, he may fail to notice the most dangerous one of all:
The moment he starts caring about her.
Some tells reveal a lie.
Some reveal the truth.
And some get you killed.