"So the big guy she was with takes the bag and you literally steal it back" I mumble, digging through the stolen bag.
"Impressed?" Shawn smirks, looking at the things that I had pulled out.
"Extremely" I sarcastically respond.
"Shawn, I'm sorry but this bag looks clean." I say, tossing it towards him.
He looks through the pockets and then up to Gus. "Give me money."
"Wha- get your own money"
I sigh as a pull out my wallet and put a 5 on the table.
They both look at me and then Shawn gives Gus a disappointed look, "Really making the lady pay"
"Shut up, Shawn."
Shawn takes my 5 and places it in the bag.
"Okay, so I am picturing 5 stacks across, so 4 going long ways" Shawn says.
"So, it could easily be 5 million" I spoke up, looking over his shoulder.
"You're kidding." Gus says.
"Definitely not" I respond, looking towards him.
"So somebody at the house definitely paid a ransom." Gus stated.
Shawn and I look at each other and then towards Gus once again.
"Yes." We said in unison.
"Or at least tried to" I added on.
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"Is the shooting range really the best place to be?" Shawn asked, looking at a file I had given him.
"We can't just freely talk in my office" I responded, aiming the gun at the board, "Plus we needed to get my files on the case."
"Wanna try?" I ask, stepping away from my gun and smirking at him.
"Try? I've done this before." He smoothly states, taking my place.
I watch as he picks up the gun and has an odd look to his stance.
His face is full of determination and shot after shot he shoots towards the board.
I look at the board and back at him, laughing.
"You quite literally missed every single shot" I smiled at him.
"Did I really" he joked back.
I pulled the board forward and noticed every one of my bullets had his bullet holes right next to them.
"Damn" I looked at him wide eyed
"What can I say, it's like we are a perfect match."
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"Please tell me why you brought us back to this house" I asked as Shawn pulled my hand up towards the McCallum's house.
"I'm surprised Katarina agreed to even speak to us again" Gus said, opening the door for us.
"Well, I kind of lied about that part" He said, dropping my hand and looking up at the stair case.
My eyes followed as Mr. McCallum looked down at us angrily.
"This is highly inappropriate Mr. Spencer, the investigation is over."
"We've got the wrong man" Shawn casually stated.
"Who may the right man be?"
"You." He stated bluntly.
I look over at Gus and he shared the same confused expression as myself.
"Follow me..." McCallum demanded, walking back towards the stairs.
Shawn looks towards us and shrugs, willingly following behind him.
Slowly but surely, Gus and I follow behind him.
As soon as we got to his office Gus began to talk quickly. "I promise I nor the detective have anything to do with this."
"That may be true, but I am curious" I respond, sitting down in one of the leather chairs.
The man sends me a glare before returning it back to Shawn, "So I killed my own son?"
"I don't think you meant to." Shawn responds, ignoring the man's hateful glare.
"You aren't a detective, not even a cop."
"You are right, but I do have the best detective sitting in that chair, and I of course am a psychic. And I saw the whole thing."
I knowingly put two fingers to my forehead, just to see Shawn do it a few seconds later.
"I see a ransom drop, you are doing everything they asked. You didn't call the police, you are thinking of nothing but the security of your son. What's even 5 million dollars to you anyways? You are driving away, I can see it. Something strange happens, you recognize the car, you pass it on the hill. It is Malcolm Orso's. You've seen it hundreds of times past your house, ever since High-school. It confirms her suspicions you already had, you know where they are, you know the cabin." Shawn dramatically hisses and leans forward, continuing to have his fingers glued to his forehead, "he is making coffee, you didn't mean to kill him, did you? No, just knock him around a little bit, teach him a lesson. He falls to the floor, slams his head on the old table. He's dead. You know he's dead."
Gus and I look at him suspiciously and he looks back at us. Instead of the glare I had once gotten, it was now a nervous look, sweat started to drip from his forehead.
He paced to the back of his office and Shawn continued.
"Orso walks in and sees you. He has a pistol but he is no criminal. You know there is only one way to cover up your tracks, so you took care of him too. Make it look like a suicide. You then come home and report to the police and wait, you wait for a ransom call that will never come. Police eat it up, it looks shady enough."
"Well" Mr. McCallum started, finally finding his voice, "You have an overactive imagination."
Gus walks up to Shawn and puts a hand on his shoulder, "We should go."
"Not yet."
"I'm about to throw up on a carpet" Gus begins to plead.
"No you aren't" Shawn shushes him.
"Yes. I. Am."
"Second door on the left" I tell Gus, watching him sprint out of the room.
"I will not have this incident rehashed over and over again" McCallum yells at the both of us.
"I know what your relationship was like with your son" Shawn states, "It was like me with my own dad."
I look towards Shawn with a saddened look but quickly shook it away.
"Mr Spencer, Detective, I was assured that this case was over with my family."
"My very first case and I am already being threatened, wow"
"You get used to it" I smiled, hearing Gus run back into the room.
"Alina, Shawn we need to get going"
"Not yet" Shawn said, not even looking at the bewildered Gus.
"We are going, now"
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