4:30 A.M. (Lassiters Pov)
I woke up about 4:32 A.M. it was my phone ringing. I picked it up to see Gusters number. Damnit what could he be wanting at this hour?! I picked it up and groggily said, "Damn it, what do you and Spencer want at this hour?!" The next thing I heard surprised me. "P-please Lassiter, I can't explain right now, please bring Juliet I need you two down here NOW!" "Well, ok, but if this is a game you're dead. Where are you?" "I'm ##### on #### Road. Lassiter this isn't a joke." I hung up and immediately called Juliet. "Juliet, sorry to bother you but Guster just informed me about something, im sure what yet, he said to get down there quickly. Meet me on Maple Road." "Oh, ok, meet you there in 10 minutes." "Ok" I got ready, and fastened my tie. I'm not worried, it's probably another case. I got in my new Ford Fusion and started it up. I drove up to Maple Road. I saw Juliet in her car and said, "get in, let's go. Lock your car partner."
10 minutes later (Lassiters Pov)
I saw Guster standing there worried with his phone, it was still dark out and I walked up to him quickly with Juliet. "What happened? If you're wasting my time you better bet I will shoot you." "No, this isn't a joke Lassiter. Shawn left me this voicemail and it said: Gus, buddy I figured it out! The ice cream was just a rehearsal! Meet me at #####. I don't know what this means Lassiter, but I'm worried, I have no idea where Shawn is." It hit me. This is real. A new case, although this is personal. Even though I despise Spencer, he's not the worst in retrospect. He gets the job done. I heard Juliet respond, "what? I don't understand? Rehearsal?" I walked over to the cold, hard asphalt. I looked down and saw a big pile of blood. "What are you playing with over there? "Blood. It's blood." I thought about it, Dammit I'm worried, worried for the idiot Shawn Spencer. "Wait, I just got this text from Shawn. It says: Trunk yelrfx ocone pol peac sig. what the hell does this mean?" "It's gibberish." "Wait there's another that says: Binshot not lol." "Shawns has been shot. Lassiter. He's been shot." "Dammit we will figure this out."
After they set up the crime scene (Lassiters Pov)
"Damnit, it looks like he was shot here, and the blood trails here and ends right there. There wasn't a stable enough ground to get tire tracks, but it's obvious this spun around and went west." Juliet responded "well, it looks like they also went southwest near here," "good eye detective, I appreciate it." I saw the last person I wanted to see right now. Henry Spencer. "Who the hell called him?!" I shouted angrily. Guster responded in a defensive tone "I did! He's Shawn's father for god's sake!" "Which is exactly why we don't want him here, things could get personal." Juliet responded "but detective, this is why we could need him, his father probably knows him best, and he could help." "Fine." I scoffed. "But we do it MY way Spencer, you got that?" "Spencer you come with me, O'hara you're with Guster."
Shawns location (Shawns Pov)
Ugh. I just got shot, I sent Gus a text, i gotta call him damnit. I scrolled down and counted my contacts. I was one off. "H-hello? Gus?" "Shawn Spencer? Oh my god. Why are you calling me?" Damnit. Genia? She was the one I never called back. "Listen, I'm so sorry, but I neeed a favor, it's really important, ple-" "more important than Me?!" She hung up. Damn it. I tried tapping the contact I assumed was gus's. I had run out of bars Damnit. I felt the tail light and kicked it out, just like my dad taught me, and I felt for the handle. I looked around once it was open. He was slowing down slightly. I decided to jump. It hurt. Deeply, not like Michael Jackson dying, although his death was like Mikey frus. I ran. This time shit wasn't funny. I was gonna die. I ran in a zigzag just as my dad told me. I ran and hid behind a tree with bright green moss. I had realized I fell asleep for about 10-20 minutes tops. I got up and continued running, and I saw a road. This was good news. I saw a gas station too. I gasped and ran over knocking on the window. "DAMNIT ANYONE HERE?!" Please godamnit. I saw a man run out, long hair, an old time gas station outfit. "Oh my gosh, please, I've been shot, and I need you to call the head of the SBPD Carlton Lassiter. Please. I don't know. I'm sorry I'm bleeding everywhere, I-" "sir, sir okok, please calm down. Who do you want me to call?" "Detective..Carlton Lassiter.." the next thing I felt was a big piece of metal over my head and ringing in my ears along with "DAMNIT. you couldn't even keep him captured?!"
