Chapter Cast:

North Italy- Feliciano Vargas as Grace Van Pelt

Germany-Ludwig Beilshmidt as Wayne Rigsby

Japan-Kiku Honda as Kimball Cho

America-Alfred F. Jones as Patrick Jane

England/Britain/UK-Arthur Kirkland as Teresa Lisbon

France-Francis Bonnefoy

Seychelles- Victoria de Quincy-Bonnefoy

Monaco- Edeline Bonnefoy

Hungary-Elizabeta Hedervary

Liechtenstein-Lili Zwingli

Poland-Feliks Lukasiewicz

Switzerland-Vash Zwingli

Estonia-Eduard von Bock

Latvia-Ravis Galante

Lithuania-Toris Laurinatis

Ukraine-Katyusha Braginskaya

Denmark-Mathias Kohler

Finland-Tino Vainamoinen

Austria-Roderich Eldenstein


Prologue: Seeing Red

Two men approached a cop outside of a mansion. One is Arthur Kirkland, a detective for the CBI. The other man is Alfred F. Jones, a false psychic and a CBI consultant with Agent Kirkland's team. Arthur has a strong British accent, unkept blond hair and bright green eyes. He's the type of person who has a short fuse, hates people who don't take things seriously. Alfred is the exact opposite. He has a flair for drama, scheming, and finding his way around the law. He had Blond hair as well as bright stunning blue eyes and glasses.

Kirkland stopped directly in front of the cop, "Captain."

"Agent Kirkland." Captain Eldenstein said with a curt nod, "Don't think we'll be needing you guys. We like the neighborhood kid who found the body."

"Did he confess?" Kirkland asked.

"Eh, he's a real squirrel. I'd say…" Alfred tuned them out. The press are asking the Carriedo kid if he committed the murder, while Jones watches on.

"Edeline's father would like to give a brief statement."

"I just want to take a moment and thank everyone in law enforcement and all the volunteers who helped us in the search for our beloved daughter. The way that this entire community has come together to support moi and Victoria in this terrible time has been a great comfort to us. And now I would just like to ask that you give us some time and space and privacy to grieve for our daughter…" the man speaking is Francis Bonnefoy, a french billionaire, with a flowing blonde hair, enviting blue eyes. Beside him was his wife, Victoria de Quincey Bonnefoy. Who looked angry and frustrated every time her husband tried to embrace her.

Jones goes into the house and made a pot of tea and a sandwich for himself a moment later Victoria Bonnefoy walked in. She was a brilliant woman, who commanded attention, Her hair was a silky brown, her eyes we a warm golden color.

"Hello, Mrs. Bonnefoy." Jones stated, conversationally.

Victoria looked startled, "Who are you?"

"My name's Alfred F. Jones." he stated, "I'm here to help you. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Victoria smiled slightly, "Yes, I would. Thank you."

"You must be tired." Said Alfred, "Why don't you sit down?"

Alfred and Victoria sat at the table and drink tea.

"Calm. I've been watching you and your husband and I want you to know that I understand what you're feeling right now." He stated giving her a reassuring smile.

Victoria sighed, "You have no idea. Believe me."

"I do. I know." He said softly, "I know and I want to help you."

"You can't help me." Victoria said darkly, "What do you know?"

Alfred smiled lazily, "All sorts of things. You really only pretend to like skiing, right?"

"Yes, but…"

"You're pleased that your best friend recently gained weight, about ten pounds. You wish you'd been more adventurous when you were younger. You love India, but you've never been there. You have trouble sleeping. Your favorite color is blue."

Victoria stared at him, "I don't understand. You''re psychic?"

Alfred shook his head, "No. Just paying attention. I used to make a good living pretending to be a psychic. I tell you this because I want you to understand there's no point hiding things from me."

"Hiding what?"

Alfred leaned in. "You know what I see when I look at your husband? I see a warm, loving, generous man. A little vain maybe. Selfish. Controlling. But a decent man."


"SO why do you suspect him of murdering your daughter?" Alfred asked.

"I don't." she forced out, "The Carriedo boy did it."

"Yes, that's what the police say." said Alfred, "But you think they're wrong. Why?"

"I do not know, I do not know! I…" Victoria stutted

"Tell me." Alfred said softly.

Victoria sighed, "Last year they had been so strange with each other. And neither one would admit that anything was wrong and I think that...I think that she tried to tell me once, and I didn't...I...God. Oh God."

"Did you ask him if he killed her?"

Victoria laughed cruelly, "What would he say?"

Alfred shrugged, "Most wives can tell when their husbands are lying."

"Oui. Oui. I...I don't want tea. The Carriedo boy did it."

"Maybe." Alfred shrugged.

"You think he did it, too?" Victoria asked.

"I trust a mother's instinct." Alfred replied.

Francis Bonnefoy swaggered into the room, stopping when he saw Alfred.

"Vic. There you are. 'ello. Who are you?"

"I'm the police." Alfred replied, "Did you kill your daughter?"

Francis looked furious, "How dare you?"

"I asked you a simple question, sir." Alfred stood up, glaring darkly at Mr. Bonnefoy, "Did you kill your daughter?"

"Non, I did not kill my daughter!" Francis yelled. Victoria whimpered. "Now you get the hell out of my house! Vic? Vic, what's the matter with you?" Victoria left the room. "I'm going to have your badge!"

"An innocent man would have punched me by now." Mused Alfred.

"I am going to make life miserable for you! You come in here. You accost my wife. You cause trouble…" Francis was stopped by Victoria who had walked in with a gun pointed at him. "Vic. Vic, honey, please…"

Victoria pulled the trigger, tears streaming down her face, her eyes closed tight.

Outside Kirkland and some officers heard the shot and came running into the house. Alfred had his hands in the air and Victoria dropped the gun and walked out into the garden.

Alfred gave Arthur a look halfway between cringing and smirking, "Honestly, it's not as bad as it looks."

Arthur gave Alfred an exasperated look before running after Victoria. "Mrs. Bonnefoy. Mrs. Bonnefoy!