Ash and the Christmas killer.

Getting to know the neighbours.

My cousins were spending time getting to know Jack with Angie and Spencer was with us in the car. I parked the car in front of Winnie and Bill's house and we all got out, with Gus helping his mother.
"You guys sure you don't wanna take a sandwich or anything for the road? You hardly ate any of your food." Winnie stated.
"Ooh, I remember once when we were little you made us these chicken cordon bleus." Shawn told making Gus give him an annoyed look.
"Shawn."
"But the ham was so thin..." he kept explaining making Gus cut him off.
"Shawn! We don't have an appetite. All we can think about is clearing Dad's name and getting him out of jail." Gus stated as I gave a wave with Spencer and we jumped into the car with Shawn doing the same and shutting the door.
"I still don't think we should be working this." I stated.
"You love working."
"Yes. But we are too close to this. Someone is going to get hurt and I don't want it to be any of us." I stated before Shawn's phone rang making him answer it.
"Dad. No, it is not an engraved set of rubber bullets. Why would I possibly give you another excuse to shoot a gun? Well, you better keep thinking." He told before hanging up and began to put on his seatbelt.
"Rubber bullets?"
"I don't know what he was thinking with that one." He admitted before Gus jumped in and put his seatbelt on.
"Shawn, I don't have to tell you how important this case is. So whatever you need, just let me know." He told as I began to drive off.
We only made it a few yards when Shawn told me to stop.
"Hold up, hold up, hold up."
"Why?" Me and Spencer questioned.
"What? What is it?" Gus asked.
"Give me a second." Shawn told as he began to study Fuller's place.
'Oh boy.'
"Is it a clue that clears my dad?" Gus asked.
"Can you shush for one second? I know you think this is easy for me, but I do go through a mental process. Like A equals B. B equals c. Which means A equals..." he told before shoving Gus back into the back seat. "Would you stop it? That's too close! Now I gotta start all over."
I ended up helping studying the house and was quiet curious about the window at the top of the house.
'Interesting.'
"Damn it, Shawn, what's taking so long?" Gus asked.
"Okay! All right! We need to figure out if there was a homeowner's association." Shawn told making me move to park my car again so we could all get out.
We knocked on the front door of the Mitchell's house who was next door. Of course Mr. Mitchell answered the door.
"Ah, Mr. Mitchell." Shawn told with a cheerful tone.
"Yes."
"My name is Shawn Spencer. This is Ashley Harper and her best friend Spencer Reid...."
"I'm not interested in any fake vacation packages. I'm not giving you my social security number so I can claim the grand prize, and I'm not paying for any damn subscriptions for magazines that I know I'll never see." He told before slamming the door closed.
"I'm the head psychic for the Santa Barbara police department and Ash and Spencer are from the FBI!" He shouted making him open the door again.
"Oh. Well, come on in then." He told having us enter the house and he closed the door behind us.

We were all standing in one side of the counter with Mitchell on the other side.
"We're investigating the death of Mr. Fuller. And I am sensing some unresolved conflict between the two of you. Something... something to do with rules and violations." Shawn explained.
"We just want to get this all sorted so you don't have to worry about any lil thin'." I added.
"Yes, it's true. Fuller became a constant thorn in my side ever since I started the homeowner's association. He refused to follow the ordinances. When I'd give him citations, he'd tear them up and throw them in the trash. So I'd give him another citation. It was a constant, vicious cycle." He told before turning to the counter.
"It's him. He did it. Bust him, Shawn. See it, see it. See it." Gus whispered before he grabbed Shawn's hand and tried to push it to his head, to have him have a vision.
Shawn pushed his hand away and I gave him a smack to get him to knock it off.
"Stop it. Stop..." Shawn quietly exclaimed before Mitchell turned back making us stop fighting and act normal.
'That was close.'
"Sounds like you wanted him out of the way." Me and Shawn told as one.
"No, no, not at all. He was a pain, but he was our best supporter."
"Our?" We all questioned minus Gus who still suspected him.
"The Mitchell family. We founded this neighborhood 100 years ago. Now we're lobbying the city to have them declare it a historical district. Fuller refused to sell his house after all these years. We were the only friends he had." He told before Gladys entered.
"Hello." She spoke when she saw us.
"Who's that?" Spencer whispered to me.
"Gladys, his wife." I whispered back making him give a nod.
"Oh, hi, honey. This is Shawn Spencer, Burton Guster, Ashley Harper and Spencer Reid."
"I remember the three of you from when you were no more than yea high. You had the cutest little lawn-mowing business." She told as Shawn and Gus walked around to meet her with me and Spencer following reluctantly.
"Oh, wow, that's right. We did." Shawn told surprised she remembered.
"In fact I think we paid you $5.00 for a job that never got done." She told making us all laugh,
"Yeah we did that." I told before Shawn pointed towards Gus.
"Oh! This guy." Shawn told before she spoke again.
"You know, the yard tools are out back. I'll go get them." She told before leaving.
"She's, uh...She's not serious, is she? She is." Shawn questioned as we all thought the same thing.