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.
Lisbon sighed, already regretting the interaction. “We don’t even have a suspect yet.” The Mentalist
“Jane, get up,” barked, tossing a file onto his chest. “New case. High-end art heist turned messy in Sacramento.” The air in the California Bureau of Investigation