Ash and the Christmas killer.

Case solved.

We were standing on the front lawn of Fullers house, by the estate sale sign. Shawn was on the phone, while Gus and Spencer stood behind us on the porch and watched the people.
"Jules, I'm getting a major psychic disturbance down at Old Man Fuller's estate sale. You might wanna get down here. Okay. Hurry." Shawn told before he ended the call and turned to the boys. "Check it out. If our culprit's here, she's gonna wanna get a hold of those photos."
"Right."
"Obviously." Me and Spencer told as one after Gus.
"If she's like most old ladies, she probably thinks you were on The Jeffersons, and she wears the same perfume from her youth." He told before pulling a perfume bottle from his pocket.
"I'm not even gonna ask where you got that." I stated.
"All you gotta do is identify who's wearing White Linen. I'll take care of the rest."
"Got it." Gus told making Shawn spritzes the perfume in front of Gus, who began to sniff while I began to sneeze.
'Please tell me there is no Gardenia's around.'
"Bless you." Shawn told me before turning back to Gus. "You ready?"
"Yep."
"Ash!" Angie called making me turn around to see my family and Jack.
"Jack!"
"Ash!" He exclaimed back as I rushed over to give him a hug.
"Oh my god you are in time. We are about to solve a murder!"
"Why does that seem fitting for you?"
"Just is. The murder is inside." I told before turning back to the others. "Let's solve this bitches!"
After I said that we all rushed into the house to solve this.

We entered the living room and I had my siblings stand the furthest from Shawn and Gus so no one found out about the secret. In the living room there was a podium set up, opposite from the front door as there were rows of chairs that were occupied by a mixed crowd of people. But some were standing at the back who couldn't get a chair.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the next item up for bidding is this one-of-a-kind..." the Auctioneer began to tell while Gus "accidentally" drop his keys next to a woman to sniff her and anyone else he could. "...antique Confederate Civil War battle flag. Who will open the bidding at $100? May I have $100? Thank you. I have $100 to open the bidding. How about $200? Can I hear $200? $200. Thank you. $200. Can I hear $300? $300? Anyone. Thank you, sir, $300. Do I hear $400? Who will say $400? Do I hear $400? Who will go $400? Thank you. I have $400. Do I have $500? $500? $500, who will... Thank you. I have $500."
'Oh I think he though Gus was buying it.'
"Why did you wanna buy it Jack?" Peter asked.
"I wanted to see what spores were on it."
"Sick." I told before reaching over so we could high-five.
"Come on. Any luck?" Shawn quietly asked Gus.
"No old lady in here is wearing White Linen." He told before me and my siblings all sneezed.
"Did the dude never dust?" Tyler asked.
"Feels like it." Flynn added.
"Sweet. That's our only lead." Shawn sarcastically told.
"Sold! To the man in the blue argyle sweater for $500, this antique Confederate battle flag. Thank you for bidding, sir. Enjoy your flag." The Auctioneer told making a young woman walk over and hold the flag out for Gus to take.
"Here you go." She politely told making him yank it from her hands.
"You can totally get a gun rack for your truck now." Shawn joked making Gus smack him.
"Give." I told making him pass it to me, only for me to straight away give it to Jack. "Merry Christmas."
"Sweet. You are gonna be fun to study."
"My partner everyone." Angie jokingly told making us chuckle, before me and Shawn saw Lassie and Jules walk in.
"Next item up for bidding is this box of heirlooms. Antique photographs."
"Give me the paddle, I want those photos." Peter told as Jack gave it to him.
"Yo can I get one."
"Duh."
"Dude, I don't know what to do." Shawn whispered to us.
"$100 to open."
"You better do something." Gus told.
"Super smeller was supposed to smell it, right?" Shawn argued before Gladys raised her hand.
"Thank you. I have $100. Who will go $200?" He asked making Peter quickly raise his hand and paddle. "I have $200, who will go $300?"
"I ain't loosing to her."
"Does Peter have a gambling problem?" Spencer asked.
"Nah, he just likes vintage photos to turn to art." I told before we all sneezed and I noticed there was dirt under Gladys fingernails, making me look to see Shawn saw it as well.
Shawn quickly took out the perfume bottle and spritzed it again in front of Gus again, of course I kept sneezing and my siblings were following in suit.
"You guys ok?" Angie asked.
"Yeah, just an old house I guess." Edith stated.
"So much dust." Edgar added.
"Identify the base component of that fragrance." Shawn whispered to Gus, making him take two deep sniffs.
"Gardenia." He told.
"Are you absolutely certain?" Shawn asked.
"Tahitian gardenia."
"Trust me. I'm sneezing like mad here." I added before sneezing again since I was the closest to them.
"Thank you. Now give me a push." He mumbled so no one else heard.
"What?"
"Sold! To the man with the painted nails!" The auctioneer told making Peter throw his arms into the air in excitement.
"WHOOOOOOOOO! Suck it peeps!"
"Yeah no more paddle." Edith told taking it while Shawn and Gus argued about the push.
"Give me a little push." Shawn whispered.
"I'm not pushing you..."
"Would you just—" Shawn began to order making the two of us push him.
He ran into Lassie who caught him before pushing him away. And Shawn let out a grunt before he began to talk in a deeper, older voice to mimic Fuller.
"Get that ball off my grass, Guster! Get out of my yard! If you kids don't keep it quiet out there, I'm gonna call the cops!" He exclaimed as he stumbled to the front of the room, so the Auctioneer steadied him.
"He's channeling Old Man Fuller's grumpy drunken spirit." Gus told as the two of us moved slightly closer.
"Hopefully he can tell us who actually killed him." I added to help add pressure to the culprit.
"What's that? What's that, you miserable old geezer? The cops have the wrong suspects. Well, then who's the killer? Gladys Mitchell?" He told pointing towards her.
"Oh shit." My siblings all told as one.
"30 years ago you... You used to deliver flowers to the nice little widower who moved in down the street. One thing led to another. The next thing you knew, you were locked in a torrid, illicit affair. Dirty, sweaty, an affair that if it got to the public would not only ruin your marriage, but soil the good name of the neighborhood's founding family." Shawn explained.
As expected, Gladys stood up to protest what Shawn was saying but he didn't let her.
"Old Man Fuller knew your secret! He could see everything from his snooping perch. In exchange for his silence, you had to cater to all of his needs for the better part of 30 years. But oh, that bastard just wouldn't die, would he? No, it was as if his meanness was keeping him alive. And then your worst nightmare became a reality. He started going senile. You couldn't risk him telling somebody about the affair, so you took matters into your own hands, and you killed the son of a bitch!"
"That's absurd. I couldn't possibly hang a grown man from up there." She told.
"Actually adrenaline helps people do more then they are probably able to in the moment." I stated.
"Like the time a mother lift a car to save her child." Spencer added.
"Or when Edith put a man in hospital for trying to kidnap us." Tyler and Flynn told as one making her flick her hair back.
"And I'd do that again." She told before Shawn spoke up and began to stagger over to the tea cup.
"I can see it. You tried to poison him! But he spit it out. Then you panicked. You grabbed a hammer. You tried to bash in his skull! But no, he just wouldn't die! His little feet twitching this way and that! In a really desperate move, you grabbed the disoriented Fuller! You pushed him over to the base of the stairs." He told as he made his way back over to us and pushed Gus onto the chair lift. "You found yourself a nice piece of rope. You tied one end around his neck! You draped the other end over the bannister and you tied it to the chair lift. And then you used that chair lift to pull Old Man Fuller all the way up and over the bannister at this ridiculous, agonizing pace."
"Wow that's slow.... I have a new death sequence to use for my books." Edgar quickly told while Gus went up on the lift very very slowly.
"And that is how you killed that ancient, pruney relic. But you didn't expect one thing, and one thing only. You never planned for Ash to be around the crime scene, for she is allergic to Gardenia's, it makes her sneeze. No one else could smell it, but she could. Because you always smell like them, and that's why she's always sneezed around you."
"That can't be true." Lassie stated.
"Ash?" Shawn asked making me give a thumbs up.
I moved closer to her and began to sneeze a lot making Peter come to help me move away, only to also start sneezing. Our other siblings came over to help, yet it was revealed to have the same allergic reaction I did.
"Oh wow, seems like you share that." Shawn stated slightly shocked and Spencer, Angie and Jack helped guide us away, while Gladys turned to her husband.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I just couldn't let him ruin everything that we worked so hard to build." She told before Juliet walked over and cuffed her hands behind her back.
"Guster, you can tell your parents we're gonna drop the charges." Lassie told making Gus cheer up.
"Whoo!" He exclaimed as he pumped his fists. "Good work, Shawn."
I saw Shawn held out his fist for a bump like usual, but Gus just ignored it.
"You've already had your moment." He told before riding the lift slowly down.
'I love these guys.'