Mentalist — The

The air in the California Bureau of Investigation (CBI) office was thick with the scent of stale coffee and unwashed paperwork. , draped over his usual leather couch, stared at the ceiling as if the cracked plaster held the secrets to the universe.

“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.” The Mentalist

“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 air in the California Bureau of Investigation