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As they drove away, Jane leaned back and closed his eyes. The case was solved, another small victory in a life defined by the one killer he couldn’t outsmart— Red John . For now, the small wins would have to be enough.

“You’re not a thief,” Jane continued, circling him like a shark. “But you’re a romantic. You let someone in after hours. Someone who promised they’d appreciate the art more than a buyer ever could. Who was she?” The Reveal The Mentalist

“She’s at the park,” Jane whispered to Lisbon as they walked back to the car. “Wearing a blue scarf. She’s waiting for him, but she doesn't realize he’s already broken.” As they drove away, Jane leaned back and closed his eyes