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“Jane, get up,” barked, tossing a file onto his chest. “New case. High-end art heist turned messy in Sacramento.”

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. The Mentalist

At the gallery, the owner, a nervous man named Mr. Henderson, was vibrating with anxiety. Jane didn’t look at the empty wall where the masterpiece once hung. Instead, he watched Henderson’s hands. “Jane, get up,” barked, tossing a file onto his chest