Psych A Special Episode

Book 2 - Chapter 2

"So how have you been?" Shawn asked as he leaned back in his chair next to Gus. They were in the interrogation room, waiting for Lassiter to come back. 

"Good. I'm actually training to become a detective." She nodded with handcuffs behind her back. 

"Aw, taking after your own uncle, now are you?" Gus smiled, like everything was chill.

"Yup." Isabel smiled too.

"...I see you're still rocking the purple sweatshirt and converse!" Shawn peaked under the table. 

Her giggles echoed around the small room. "Yeah they still fit."

Shawn remembered the little girl he saw at the Police Station 3 years ago. She was so innocent and tough. How could she now be in this  position? Accused of murder? Not his little Isabel. 

Shawn's thoughts were interrupted by the detective walking in.  

"So, Isabel, we're going to have to treat this like any other interrogation. Is that clear?" Lassiter placed the file on to the solid table in front of them. Isabel nodded. Shawn could see the fear grow in her eyes. "You boys, out." Lassiter pointed to the two men on the opposite end of the table. They raised their hands in defeat and walked out of the room, but the conversation between Shawn and Gus continued through the police station.

"Gus, there's no way she could have killed that boy."

"Yeah I think so too. Maybe she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You even heard her, she was training to be a detective herself! Maybe she was in the area, heard the gun shot and went to see what happened." Shawn stopped walking down the hall. "We need to go back to the crime scene."

"Uh, no." Gus stopped too.

"How did I get here again?" Gus said with a plate of waffles in his hand. 

"I said we could get waffles and distracted you so we could go back to the scene of the crime." Shawn said the last part with a Transylvanian accent. Gus gave him a weird look, then returned to his waffles.

"Now, we need to find some clues as to what exactly happened here." Shawn began maneuvering around the crime scene tape. 

"Shawn!" Gus called at Shawn's unprofessional behavior. Shawn ignored him and went around the blood stain on the gravel dirt where the body used to lay. 

His eyes squinted as he analyzed the blood. "AHA!" Shawn pointed to the ground and put his other hand to his head. "I sense the victim was shot and then fell to the ground, as if in a struggle."

"Shawn, you know it's only me here right?" Guster said from behind the tape still.

Shawn dropped his hand from his head and looked around. "Isabel didn't have a gun on her either. Which means that she couldn't have shot the victim." Shawn moved to the other side of the body. "And look! These prints are Lassiter's oversize feet. There's Jules' heels, these are mine, and there's your ugly shoe prints."

"Hey! They're not ugly. They're just sophisticated!"

Shawn continued. "Here's Isabel's tiny prints. And here is where the victims stops: at the blood stain." Shawn paused and squatted down. He observed that there was a plethora of foot prints and kicked up dirt near the blood stain.  "If Isabel was the one who shot the poor kid...then why is there an extra set of foot prints?"

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I want to formally apologize for taking so long to update the chapter but here it is! I have more plans for this book so hopefully I remember lol. But please  please PLEASE leave comments cause I appreciate them and they help motivate me to write. But I hope you enjoy this chapter!