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Shawn and Gus walk away from the conference room.

"Where are we going? Shouldn't we have stayed until they checked the bills out?"

"Wait for it. Wait for it...", Shawn says just before Lassiter exits the conference room followed by the others.

"Spencer! Hold up.", He calls out.

"The bill checked out. It's real.", Juliet adds

Ewing moves to stand in front of Shawn as he crosses his arms.

"All right, answer me this, Mr. Psychic. Why would a counterfeiter ever use real bills?", He asks.

"Because he had to. Man... I read your informational packet cover to cover. Our guy spends six to eight days in every city... we're only on day four. Quite simply, he ran out of dough. He didn't know what kind of deal he'd be able to make on the car. Turns out, short one bill."

"Lucky for us.", Gus pipes up.

"So what's our next move?"

Well, I'll call Washington and begin...", Ewing starts, but Vick cuts him off.

"I'm sorry, I was asking Mr. Spencer."

"Oh... oh, you want to know what I think his next move is. Oh, Gus, look, she wants... Well, let's see here. He's gotta print more money. My guess is he, uh, set up shop here in town. So... we find his little nest, we find him.", Shawn says.
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Shawn is wearing a floral apron and holds a pink plastic device in his hand.

"Well, buddy, I really hope you like this. It took me 19 hours to bake. Put it in last night before bed."

"It takes 19 hours to bake a pineapple upside-down cake?", Gus asks with a puzzled look.

(pulls a small cake from an Easy Bake oven) "It does when it's being heated by a 60-watt bulb.", Shawn says as he pulls a small cake from an Easy Bake oven before he places it on Gus' desk.

"It's not upside down, Shawn.", Gus says just as there's a knock on the door.

"Who could that be at this hour?"

Leikin appears in the doorway.

"Huh."

"Are you gonna invite me in?", She asks while Shawn looks over at Gus who grunts noncommittally.

"I don't know. I guess.", Shawn shrugs.

Gus sits in his desk chair as Leikin enters the office.

"So this is what a psychic detective office looks like. You know, I always imagined it... Does something smell like pineapple?", She changes the subject mid-sentence.

"Pineapple upside-down cake. Would you like some? Wait, before you answer that, are you a fan of delicious flavor?"

"All right, look. This isn't easy for me to say, but... I was wrong. You're better than I thought. Your discovery at the station today was a huge get. I think we should work together after all. The faster we find out where the counterfeiter's den is, the better. That is, if you guys are willing.", Leikin offers.