Patrick Jane

Your neighbor had been killed at her party last night, you found out the next day when a woman with a badge and a handsome, blonde man visited you at your door, now they were in your living room having some tea —I'm not a psychic, I'm a consultant.— Patrick said, correcting you in your mistake of calling him a psychic, since he didn't consider himself a psychic, his radiant smile gave you chills, his personality created unnecessary nerves in you, every time you answered a question What Lisbon was doing to you, Patrick interfered with questions related to your personal life, he was analyzing you and connecting the dots, you are not to blame but still Patrick makes you so nervous with his attitude, as if you knew him from somewhere — Is she married? ?. — He asked you, drinking from the cup of tea that you offered him earlier, Patrick realized since he arrived that you don't have photos of anyone, not even of yourself, that was very curious to him that it sparked an interest in getting to know you outside of the murder case. your unfortunate neighbor