maria sofia | 22 | lisbon | law student
old hollywood · murder mysteries · victorian novels · jazz & swing
Patrick: I don’t know that you really are Red John.
Red John: Fair enough. Your wife was very clean. She smelled like coal tar soap and lavender. Your daughter smelled like sweat… and strawberries and cream. Some kind of kids’ shampoo.
Dammit, and we all thought that timothy carter was red john.