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Lisbon watched as Jane played his usual game of mental misdirection . Within ten minutes, Henderson was sobbing, admitting he’d let a "mystery woman" spend the night in the gallery.

“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

Jane didn’t move. He just smiled, that annoying, knowing grin. “He didn't steal the painting for the money, Lisbon. He stole it because he’s in love with the woman in the frame.” Lisbon watched as Jane played his usual game

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