memories, psych [ 1 ]

chapter sixty

The trio reach the area where the police are, needing to find a missing person.

"Thank you, gentlemen and Ms. O'Brien, for helping out." Vick says as they rush up.

"Don't mention it, chief. Search and rescue is my middle name." Shawn says.

"Our missing person is Warren Clayton." Vick informs.

"The billionaire investor?" Gus asks.

"Yes, that's the one. His hedge fund has had an average annual return of 20% for the last 10 years." Gus informs his friends.

"Mr. Clayton's private plane lost contact with the tower around 0700. And we have reason to believe that his plane crashed somewhere in these mountains. Now, Mr. Spencer, time is of the essence. I need to know of any signals that you pick up that can lead us to him."

Shawn puts his finger to his temple and Vick nods, turning away.

"Okay, people, our window of finding Clayton alive is closing!" SHe announces. "So let's move on out." She nods to the trio before walking off.

"Face it, Spencer, you don't have a chance of finding that downer plane before we do." Lassie says from his place on a four wheeler. "But, uh, have a nice walk." He says before putting his helmet on. One of the people on a four wheel speeds in their direction, the three jumping out of the way.

Lassie drives past them, followed by Jules, Vanessa watching them speed off.

"Note to self. Get one of those for the office." Shawn says.

"I hope you have a plan as to how we're going to find this crashed plane." Gus says. "And I hope that plan doesn't end up with us being eaten by a bear."

"Don't worry, Gus. We have a secret weapon." Shawn says.

"A larger, bear-eating bear?" Gus asks.

"Hey, you just gotta remember to run faster than the other person." Vanessa says.

"Boom!" Shawn exclaims, holding up a map.

"A map?" The other two question.

"That's your secret weapon?" Gus asks.

"This is not a typical map, my friends." Shawn says. "With large words that people don't understand, like "latitudinal" and "east."" Shawn says, placing the map on a table. "This here is a map from my father's huntsman club. These old geezers make their own maps with trails and paths, landmarks, that government maps don't even have."

"We will use these shortcuts to cover more ground than the cops can."

"Sweet." Gus mutters.

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They're running through the woods, quickly stopping when they hear a crash.

"Whoa, whoa. That sounded big." Shawn says. Shawn picks up a long but thin stick, Gus also grabbing one.