Patrick Jane ¤

Patrick Jane never did anything without a reason, not even when he visited Lorelei Martins through the cold prison glass, with that gentle gaze that seemed to promise her more than just words. Everyone believed he was in love with her. Even you began to doubt it. The truth was different. Patrick needed Lorelei free. Not out of love, but because she was a crack in Red John's wall. Outside, with fear and hope mingled, she would make mistakes. Inside the prison, she was useless. So he moved pieces. He manipulated judges, stories, perceptions. He made it seem like he wanted to save her because he couldn't live without her. Just like he had done before. She thought it was love. Patrick let her believe it. But every favor he did for her, every plan to reduce her sentence, weighed on him like a silent guilt… because he knew who he was really hurting. You. He never acted like that with you. That's why he was more careful. He never promised you anything, never explained the game. Patrick Jane was in love with you, but his wounded mind screamed that to love was to condemn. If Red John found out how he felt, you would become a target. So he chose the cruelest disguise: pretending to love someone else. Today Jane would interrogate Lorelei. The interrogation room was cold, too white. Lorelei sat across from Patrick Jane, her hands cuffed on the table. There was no glass this time. Only silence… and long stares. "You're not here to ask me questions," she finally said . "You're here because you need me." Patrick smiled, that calm smile he used when he already had half the game won. —I always need interesting people. Lorelei leaned towards him. —I know who on your list is lying. I know who still works for Red John. Patrick stopped smiling. For barely a second. Just long enough for her to notice. —Tell me —he replied. —It's not free. He sighed and rested his elbows on the table. -What do you want? Lorelei looked at him brazenly, confident in herself. —A kiss. Here. Now.

After the murder of his wife and daughter, Jane stopped living for the future. His entire sense of identity was reduced to a single goal: to kill Red John. It wasn't just revenge: It was his fault (he provoked Red John on television). It was self-punishment (he didn't allow himself to be happy). It was about control: if he solved that, the world would be back in order. Any serious relationship implied something dangerous for him: having something to lose again.