Psych Multi-Chapter Fic: Tropical Storm Shawn [Part 1/?]
Title: Tropical Storm Shawn [Part 1/?]
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, and the whole gang along with a few OCs
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (pre-slash)
Summary: When a Hurricane threatens Santa Barbara, a different kind of storm is hitting Shawn when his exes start turning up at the Police Station.
Rating: T for Teen
Warnings: Violence
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Beta'd By: The ever wonderful eviinsanemonkey
AN1:Title comes from an actual storm, Tropical Storm Sean, threatening Mexico, Cuba and Florida at the writing of this fic
AN2: Though very rare, there are pacific hurricanes and tropical storms. The 1997 storm mentioned here was Hurricane Nora It didn't actually hit Santa Barbara but did cause havoc in Mexico, Southern Cali and even into Arizona. I am appropriating it for the purposes of this fic.
Tropical Storm Shawn Part I
“…It looks like this will be the biggest storm to hit Santa Barbara in 14 years.”
Gus was sitting in the Psych office glued to the TV watching the weather coverage, in stunning HD quality, with an encroaching sense of dread when Shawn burst through the door.
“Can you believe it? The peanut guy charged me double!” He ranted and collapsed on the couch next to Gus. “Everyone’s going crazy around here.”
“Shawn there’s a hurricane coming! Of course they’re going crazy.” Gus said without turning from the TV. Satellite images of the monster storm were being broadcast showing a trajectory heading straight for Santa Barbara.
“Hurricane shmurrican.”
“You weren’t here for the last one Shawn.”
Shawn popped a peanut in his mouth and glanced out the window to blue skies and sun. He shrugged. “Can’t you remember the hurricane we had in grade school? We had what like, a couple hours of rain? I swear it’s a conspiracy so the peanut guy can charge double.”
“It’s real Shawn. Look.” Gus pointed to the TV that was now showing footage from the 1997 Hurricane. “All these store fronts lost windows and flooded.” Gus leapt up and started moving things around the office. “Quick, Shawn we have to board the windows and make sure everything is at least a couple feet off the ground.”
Shawn grabbed the remote and shut off the TV before getting up and putting his arm around Gus’s shoulders leading him toward the door. “Come on Gus; let’s go to the station before you have a heart attack worrying over a little bit of rain.”
“It’d be an aneurism Shawn, not a heart attack.”
***
The northbound streets were deserted as they drove toward the Station. The blue Echo zipped neatly through the street and Shawn spent most of the drive making fun of the people in traffic going south toward the highway. Thanks to Gus, who’s freaking out had made him forget his over-priced peanuts at the office, Shawn was munching on some Funions that he’d found in the car.
“Look at that VW Gus, it’s like a turtle.” Shawn pointed to a neon green convertible beetle which looked to be packed full of the drivers entire life. He followed it with his eyes as they passed by and even turned to watch it out the back window until he couldn’t see anymore green. “The guy’s entire home is in there.”
The image had made Shawn slightly uncomfortable. He sat back in his seat properly as if chastised. Gus was a worry wart, so he rarely ever took his warnings seriously. But with this many people leaving?
Shawn was about to tell Gus some of what he’d been thinking when the Wicked Witch of the West theme started coming from his phone.
“Hi Dad.” He answered.
“Shawn where are you?”
“On the way to the station.”
“I need your help boarding up the windows.”
“Can’t it wait till later?”
“Shawn you missed the last one when you were God knows where and…”
“Ok, ok I’ll be over after we go to the station and make sure there are no crimes to solve.”
“Shawn!”
“Bye.” Shawn hung up before Henry could get another word in.
“Wicked Witch?”
“You’re the one that’s telling me a storm is coming Gus. He’s worried the House is going to fall on top of him.”
Gus shook his head and pulled into the Santa Barbara Police Department parking lot, pulling in next to Lassiter’s red crown vic.
***
When they walked into the station, all the TVs were tuned in to the same channel keeping an eye on the weather. The station was a buzz with more activity than usual. Almost every officer was fielding frenzied calls about the hurricane and there wasn’t even a dark cloud in sight.
“Ah man, not here too.” Shawn said throwing up his hands. “Come on Gus, let’s go somewhere fun.”
“Wait,” Gus stopped him and gestured toward a tall blonde talking to Buzz. “Isn’t that the waitress from Rusty’s Pizza near the office? The one you dated for like two weeks?”
“Yes, Gus, yes it is.”
“And the reason that we can’t step foot in that place when she’s working.”
The woman in question stopped what ever she’d been telling officer McNab when she caught sight of the pair.
“Shawn Spencer!” She yelled across the station and stalked toward him. Gus started moving away from Shawn slowly and out of the way of the furious woman.
“Hi, Becca? How’s it…” Before Shawn could finish she smacked him hard and his hand flew to his cheek. “…going?”
“How’s it going? That’s all you have to say to me?”
By this point the station had gone completely silent, except for a TV in the back ground telling them all that the “…Hurricane is expected to make landfall in 7 hours…” but all eyes were now on Shawn and Becca. Gus had retreated to the safety of Juliet’s deserted desk wondering if angry women were like a T-Rex; if you stood still, they couldn’t see you. He was the one that had introduced them to each other after all.
“Um, want a Funion?” Shawn offered the bag of chips he’d been chomping on to her meekly.
Becca smacked them to the floor with a huff loudly, flipped her hair and stalking out of the Station. Buzz innocently went after her. She hadn’t finished giving her statement.
Shawn picked up his bag, thankful that it didn’t break open but when he looked in the bag they were all broken and mashed. Shawn sighed sadly before throwing them in the trash and heading toward Juliet’s desk rubbing his cheek.
“Two weeks and you turned that woman into a monster.” Gus said wearily staring at the door, hoping she didn’t come back for another attack.
Juliet and Lassiter, who’d been talking to the chief through most of the commotion, had caught the end of the ‘Becca Incident’ as Shawn later decided it would be called.
“Smooth Spencer, very smooth.” Lassiter smacked him on the shoulder on his way to his desk. Shawn stuck out his tongue at Lassiter but the detective didn’t see it with his back turned.
“Shawn, what did you do to her?” Juliet asked stopping next to Gus.
“He dated her, that’s what.” Gus said.
“Geez Gus! You make it sound like I’m the dating plague or something.”
“More like rabies. You dated her while you were also dating that Barista from the Hot Spot Expresso place.” Gus glared at him.
“Nice one Shawn.” Juliet shook her head and sat back at her desk. Shawn took a perch on top of it and all her files.
Gus hit him on the arm pointing to the door. Buzz was coming back into the station with the waitress in tow. Becca reluctantly sat back down with him at his desk and proceeded to finish her statement glaring daggers at Shawn the whole time.
“It was years ago Jules.” Shawn forced his gaze back to Juliet though he could still feel the glare.
“Two months ago.” Gus corrected.
“That’s years in cat years.”
“You’re not a cat Shawn.”
“I was once. Remember, when the little boy cat helped us solve the murders that looked like suicides?”
“I thought the cat was channelling the dead woman and you channelled the dead woman through the cat.”
“I’ve heard it both ways,” Shawn said. “So Jules, what’s all the hub-ub around here?”
“Really Shawn?”
“Oh the Fake-Hurricane…”
“It’s not fake. All auxiliary officers have been called in because of it. We’re not taking anything for granted…can I help you?” A small woman with long black hair approached Juliet’s desk timidly, but was staring at Shawn.
“Shawn?”
“Hi, Natalie.” For the second time that day a woman he’d dated suddenly appeared. Maybe this is part of the hurricane Shawn thought, because it was starting to feel like it.
“You never called.” The woman stated blankly.
“Busy, I was really busy.” Shawn explained lamely.
“You’re a cop now?”
“Department Psychic.”
Natalie blinked at him as if not understanding and Shawn couldn’t think of anything to say. They’d met at a bookshop, went out and Shawn had been sure he’d never see her again. Juliet saved him from having to come up with anything.
“Can I help you with something Natalie?”
Natalie turned her dazed dark eyes on the detective. “I’d like to report a break-in.”
Juliet gestured for her to sit and pushed Shawn off her desk so she could get the report forms.
Getting the feeling like he wasn’t wanted Shawn left Gus with Jules and Natalie choosing to bother Lassiter instead. He ran into McNab first; Becca had just left the station and Buzz was coming to give his report to the Head Detective.
“Ms. Curshaw really gave you a slap Shawn.” Buzz said looking at the side of his face.
“Thanks Buzz.” Shawn absently massaged his cheek again. “What was she here for?”
“McNab,” Lassiter warned from his desk. “To me first.”
Buzz gave Shawn a mouthed ‘sorry’ and went to stand in front of Lassiter’s desk. Shawn wanted to laugh because despite his size, Buzz looked like a little kid being brought before the principle. Not wanting to miss this though, he inched his way around Lassiter and leant against the wall while Buzz gave his report.
“Sir, this is the third report today of break-ins with the same MO. Nothing was taken but the doors were all jimmied. Must have been silently too because none of the people reported waking during the night.”
“Alright McNab, take an investigation team to check for finger prints.”
Shawn wiped away a fake tear as he watched Buzz leave. “Look Lassie, our little Buzz is all grown up. Sent out to investigate all by himself. I’m so proud.”
“Spencer what are you doing here?” Lassiter turned and addressed Shawn, knowing the man wasn’t going to go away if he kept ignoring him.
“Same thing you are Lassie.”
“Paper work?” The detective replied gruffly and tried to return to his work but Shawn decided it would be wise to sit on top of the paperwork.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”
Shawn thought for a moment. “No, don’t think so.”
“So you don’t have an office right in the path of a storm?”
“Aw Lassie! I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t.” Lassiter mumbled before trying to rescue a file out from under Shawn.
“Hey Shawn,” a man in an expensive black suit and bright red silk shirt said walking past with him with another officer. They’d just come out of an interview room and the officer was directing him toward the exit.
“Hey Scott.” Shawn replied distractedly as he was having too much fun watching Lassiter try to ignore his closeness and figure out how to get the file out from under him.
Lassiter finally took the initiative to physically push him away and accidently, or unconsciously on-purpose as Shawn wanted to believe, his hand slipped on his thigh and ended up dangerously close to his crotch.
“Don’t you be getting any ideas there detective,” Shawn said cheekily. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
Lassiter threw up his hands and growling at him. “Spencer, go away.”
“I need at least a first date…” The phone ringing saved Lassiter from Shawn’s proposition. He would have said it anyways had Lassiter not cupped his mouth shut with one hand while he answered with the other.
“Detective Lassiter…”
“Same forced entry?”
“We’ll be right there.” Lassiter slammed the phone down and surprised Shawn by pushing him right off the desk to grab the file he needed. Shawn barely got to his feet in time, other wise he would have ended up falling to the floor hard.
“You could warn a guy next time.”
“O’Hara,” Lassiter ignored Shawn while he slipped his gun into its holster and grabbed his jacket. “We have a DOA on De La Vina. McNab is already on the scene.”
The two detectives took off together quickly and Shawn grabbed Gus to get to the scene. He’d do anything to get out of helping Henry and what better excuse was there than murder.
***
Thanks to Shawn’s memory, he was able to direct Gus to get to the scene before the detectives.
It looked to be a quiet neighbourhood when they arrived except for the two police cars out front. Shawn and Gus marched up to the front door where Buzz was waiting.
“Sorry guys can’t let you in until Detective Lassiter and O’Hara get here.”
“Come on Buzz, we won’t touch anything.
“Look, there’s a cat caught in a tree over there!” Shawn pointed and Gus made a cat sound from behind the officer. When Buzz turned to look it gave them just enough time to slip under the crime scene tape.
The house was absolutely pristine as they walked through the front hall. Family photos littered the wall featuring a father mother and two girls. The minute they turned into the first room it looked as if the hurricane had hit early.
The room had been tossed but it was easy to see that the body laying face down in the middle of it didn’t belong in the house. It was definitely not the father in the photos. He was younger and shabbily dressed.
That was as far as they got when Lassiter and O’Hara came into the room.
“Spencer, what in sweet justice are you doing in here!”
Shawn brought his hands to the side of his head. “I’m sensing that this is murder…and…and this man doesn’t live here.”
Lassiter rolled his eyes and asked Buzz if he’d found any ID on the victim.
“No sir.”
Lassiter pulled O’Hara to the side. They couldn’t do anything until the ME got there to call the body and print him. “This definitely isn’t his house.”
“No, Shawn was right; I don’t see any pictures of him.”
As the two detectives were talking Shawn bent down and tried to get a better look at the face of the victim. He could only partially see his face but a small scar on his eyebrow and a very particular beauty mark on the victim’s neck jogged in his memory. A quick glance at his wrist confirmed his suspicion when he saw a small snake tattoo.
“Hey, Jules.” He called.
“Not now Shawn.” Juliet waved him off.
“Lassiter.” He said crossing to their side of the room but the detective continued to ignore him as well until Shawn yanked his sleeve. “Lassie!” Shawn yelled.
“What Spencer!” Lassiter yelled back grabbing Shawn by the arm glaring at him. “What?!”
“I know the dead guy.”
***
End of Part 1
Thanks for reading!
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, and the whole gang along with a few OCs
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (pre-slash)
Summary: When a Hurricane threatens Santa Barbara, a different kind of storm is hitting Shawn when his exes start turning up at the Police Station.
Rating: T for Teen
Warnings: Violence
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5
Beta'd By: The ever wonderful eviinsanemonkey
AN1:Title comes from an actual storm, Tropical Storm Sean, threatening Mexico, Cuba and Florida at the writing of this fic
AN2: Though very rare, there are pacific hurricanes and tropical storms. The 1997 storm mentioned here was Hurricane Nora It didn't actually hit Santa Barbara but did cause havoc in Mexico, Southern Cali and even into Arizona. I am appropriating it for the purposes of this fic.
Tropical Storm Shawn Part I
“…It looks like this will be the biggest storm to hit Santa Barbara in 14 years.”
Gus was sitting in the Psych office glued to the TV watching the weather coverage, in stunning HD quality, with an encroaching sense of dread when Shawn burst through the door.
“Can you believe it? The peanut guy charged me double!” He ranted and collapsed on the couch next to Gus. “Everyone’s going crazy around here.”
“Shawn there’s a hurricane coming! Of course they’re going crazy.” Gus said without turning from the TV. Satellite images of the monster storm were being broadcast showing a trajectory heading straight for Santa Barbara.
“Hurricane shmurrican.”
“You weren’t here for the last one Shawn.”
Shawn popped a peanut in his mouth and glanced out the window to blue skies and sun. He shrugged. “Can’t you remember the hurricane we had in grade school? We had what like, a couple hours of rain? I swear it’s a conspiracy so the peanut guy can charge double.”
“It’s real Shawn. Look.” Gus pointed to the TV that was now showing footage from the 1997 Hurricane. “All these store fronts lost windows and flooded.” Gus leapt up and started moving things around the office. “Quick, Shawn we have to board the windows and make sure everything is at least a couple feet off the ground.”
Shawn grabbed the remote and shut off the TV before getting up and putting his arm around Gus’s shoulders leading him toward the door. “Come on Gus; let’s go to the station before you have a heart attack worrying over a little bit of rain.”
“It’d be an aneurism Shawn, not a heart attack.”
***
The northbound streets were deserted as they drove toward the Station. The blue Echo zipped neatly through the street and Shawn spent most of the drive making fun of the people in traffic going south toward the highway. Thanks to Gus, who’s freaking out had made him forget his over-priced peanuts at the office, Shawn was munching on some Funions that he’d found in the car.
“Look at that VW Gus, it’s like a turtle.” Shawn pointed to a neon green convertible beetle which looked to be packed full of the drivers entire life. He followed it with his eyes as they passed by and even turned to watch it out the back window until he couldn’t see anymore green. “The guy’s entire home is in there.”
The image had made Shawn slightly uncomfortable. He sat back in his seat properly as if chastised. Gus was a worry wart, so he rarely ever took his warnings seriously. But with this many people leaving?
Shawn was about to tell Gus some of what he’d been thinking when the Wicked Witch of the West theme started coming from his phone.
“Hi Dad.” He answered.
“Shawn where are you?”
“On the way to the station.”
“I need your help boarding up the windows.”
“Can’t it wait till later?”
“Shawn you missed the last one when you were God knows where and…”
“Ok, ok I’ll be over after we go to the station and make sure there are no crimes to solve.”
“Shawn!”
“Bye.” Shawn hung up before Henry could get another word in.
“Wicked Witch?”
“You’re the one that’s telling me a storm is coming Gus. He’s worried the House is going to fall on top of him.”
Gus shook his head and pulled into the Santa Barbara Police Department parking lot, pulling in next to Lassiter’s red crown vic.
***
When they walked into the station, all the TVs were tuned in to the same channel keeping an eye on the weather. The station was a buzz with more activity than usual. Almost every officer was fielding frenzied calls about the hurricane and there wasn’t even a dark cloud in sight.
“Ah man, not here too.” Shawn said throwing up his hands. “Come on Gus, let’s go somewhere fun.”
“Wait,” Gus stopped him and gestured toward a tall blonde talking to Buzz. “Isn’t that the waitress from Rusty’s Pizza near the office? The one you dated for like two weeks?”
“Yes, Gus, yes it is.”
“And the reason that we can’t step foot in that place when she’s working.”
The woman in question stopped what ever she’d been telling officer McNab when she caught sight of the pair.
“Shawn Spencer!” She yelled across the station and stalked toward him. Gus started moving away from Shawn slowly and out of the way of the furious woman.
“Hi, Becca? How’s it…” Before Shawn could finish she smacked him hard and his hand flew to his cheek. “…going?”
“How’s it going? That’s all you have to say to me?”
By this point the station had gone completely silent, except for a TV in the back ground telling them all that the “…Hurricane is expected to make landfall in 7 hours…” but all eyes were now on Shawn and Becca. Gus had retreated to the safety of Juliet’s deserted desk wondering if angry women were like a T-Rex; if you stood still, they couldn’t see you. He was the one that had introduced them to each other after all.
“Um, want a Funion?” Shawn offered the bag of chips he’d been chomping on to her meekly.
Becca smacked them to the floor with a huff loudly, flipped her hair and stalking out of the Station. Buzz innocently went after her. She hadn’t finished giving her statement.
Shawn picked up his bag, thankful that it didn’t break open but when he looked in the bag they were all broken and mashed. Shawn sighed sadly before throwing them in the trash and heading toward Juliet’s desk rubbing his cheek.
“Two weeks and you turned that woman into a monster.” Gus said wearily staring at the door, hoping she didn’t come back for another attack.
Juliet and Lassiter, who’d been talking to the chief through most of the commotion, had caught the end of the ‘Becca Incident’ as Shawn later decided it would be called.
“Smooth Spencer, very smooth.” Lassiter smacked him on the shoulder on his way to his desk. Shawn stuck out his tongue at Lassiter but the detective didn’t see it with his back turned.
“Shawn, what did you do to her?” Juliet asked stopping next to Gus.
“He dated her, that’s what.” Gus said.
“Geez Gus! You make it sound like I’m the dating plague or something.”
“More like rabies. You dated her while you were also dating that Barista from the Hot Spot Expresso place.” Gus glared at him.
“Nice one Shawn.” Juliet shook her head and sat back at her desk. Shawn took a perch on top of it and all her files.
Gus hit him on the arm pointing to the door. Buzz was coming back into the station with the waitress in tow. Becca reluctantly sat back down with him at his desk and proceeded to finish her statement glaring daggers at Shawn the whole time.
“It was years ago Jules.” Shawn forced his gaze back to Juliet though he could still feel the glare.
“Two months ago.” Gus corrected.
“That’s years in cat years.”
“You’re not a cat Shawn.”
“I was once. Remember, when the little boy cat helped us solve the murders that looked like suicides?”
“I thought the cat was channelling the dead woman and you channelled the dead woman through the cat.”
“I’ve heard it both ways,” Shawn said. “So Jules, what’s all the hub-ub around here?”
“Really Shawn?”
“Oh the Fake-Hurricane…”
“It’s not fake. All auxiliary officers have been called in because of it. We’re not taking anything for granted…can I help you?” A small woman with long black hair approached Juliet’s desk timidly, but was staring at Shawn.
“Shawn?”
“Hi, Natalie.” For the second time that day a woman he’d dated suddenly appeared. Maybe this is part of the hurricane Shawn thought, because it was starting to feel like it.
“You never called.” The woman stated blankly.
“Busy, I was really busy.” Shawn explained lamely.
“You’re a cop now?”
“Department Psychic.”
Natalie blinked at him as if not understanding and Shawn couldn’t think of anything to say. They’d met at a bookshop, went out and Shawn had been sure he’d never see her again. Juliet saved him from having to come up with anything.
“Can I help you with something Natalie?”
Natalie turned her dazed dark eyes on the detective. “I’d like to report a break-in.”
Juliet gestured for her to sit and pushed Shawn off her desk so she could get the report forms.
Getting the feeling like he wasn’t wanted Shawn left Gus with Jules and Natalie choosing to bother Lassiter instead. He ran into McNab first; Becca had just left the station and Buzz was coming to give his report to the Head Detective.
“Ms. Curshaw really gave you a slap Shawn.” Buzz said looking at the side of his face.
“Thanks Buzz.” Shawn absently massaged his cheek again. “What was she here for?”
“McNab,” Lassiter warned from his desk. “To me first.”
Buzz gave Shawn a mouthed ‘sorry’ and went to stand in front of Lassiter’s desk. Shawn wanted to laugh because despite his size, Buzz looked like a little kid being brought before the principle. Not wanting to miss this though, he inched his way around Lassiter and leant against the wall while Buzz gave his report.
“Sir, this is the third report today of break-ins with the same MO. Nothing was taken but the doors were all jimmied. Must have been silently too because none of the people reported waking during the night.”
“Alright McNab, take an investigation team to check for finger prints.”
Shawn wiped away a fake tear as he watched Buzz leave. “Look Lassie, our little Buzz is all grown up. Sent out to investigate all by himself. I’m so proud.”
“Spencer what are you doing here?” Lassiter turned and addressed Shawn, knowing the man wasn’t going to go away if he kept ignoring him.
“Same thing you are Lassie.”
“Paper work?” The detective replied gruffly and tried to return to his work but Shawn decided it would be wise to sit on top of the paperwork.
“Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”
Shawn thought for a moment. “No, don’t think so.”
“So you don’t have an office right in the path of a storm?”
“Aw Lassie! I didn’t know you cared.”
“I don’t.” Lassiter mumbled before trying to rescue a file out from under Shawn.
“Hey Shawn,” a man in an expensive black suit and bright red silk shirt said walking past with him with another officer. They’d just come out of an interview room and the officer was directing him toward the exit.
“Hey Scott.” Shawn replied distractedly as he was having too much fun watching Lassiter try to ignore his closeness and figure out how to get the file out from under him.
Lassiter finally took the initiative to physically push him away and accidently, or unconsciously on-purpose as Shawn wanted to believe, his hand slipped on his thigh and ended up dangerously close to his crotch.
“Don’t you be getting any ideas there detective,” Shawn said cheekily. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
Lassiter threw up his hands and growling at him. “Spencer, go away.”
“I need at least a first date…” The phone ringing saved Lassiter from Shawn’s proposition. He would have said it anyways had Lassiter not cupped his mouth shut with one hand while he answered with the other.
“Detective Lassiter…”
“Same forced entry?”
“We’ll be right there.” Lassiter slammed the phone down and surprised Shawn by pushing him right off the desk to grab the file he needed. Shawn barely got to his feet in time, other wise he would have ended up falling to the floor hard.
“You could warn a guy next time.”
“O’Hara,” Lassiter ignored Shawn while he slipped his gun into its holster and grabbed his jacket. “We have a DOA on De La Vina. McNab is already on the scene.”
The two detectives took off together quickly and Shawn grabbed Gus to get to the scene. He’d do anything to get out of helping Henry and what better excuse was there than murder.
***
Thanks to Shawn’s memory, he was able to direct Gus to get to the scene before the detectives.
It looked to be a quiet neighbourhood when they arrived except for the two police cars out front. Shawn and Gus marched up to the front door where Buzz was waiting.
“Sorry guys can’t let you in until Detective Lassiter and O’Hara get here.”
“Come on Buzz, we won’t touch anything.
“Look, there’s a cat caught in a tree over there!” Shawn pointed and Gus made a cat sound from behind the officer. When Buzz turned to look it gave them just enough time to slip under the crime scene tape.
The house was absolutely pristine as they walked through the front hall. Family photos littered the wall featuring a father mother and two girls. The minute they turned into the first room it looked as if the hurricane had hit early.
The room had been tossed but it was easy to see that the body laying face down in the middle of it didn’t belong in the house. It was definitely not the father in the photos. He was younger and shabbily dressed.
That was as far as they got when Lassiter and O’Hara came into the room.
“Spencer, what in sweet justice are you doing in here!”
Shawn brought his hands to the side of his head. “I’m sensing that this is murder…and…and this man doesn’t live here.”
Lassiter rolled his eyes and asked Buzz if he’d found any ID on the victim.
“No sir.”
Lassiter pulled O’Hara to the side. They couldn’t do anything until the ME got there to call the body and print him. “This definitely isn’t his house.”
“No, Shawn was right; I don’t see any pictures of him.”
As the two detectives were talking Shawn bent down and tried to get a better look at the face of the victim. He could only partially see his face but a small scar on his eyebrow and a very particular beauty mark on the victim’s neck jogged in his memory. A quick glance at his wrist confirmed his suspicion when he saw a small snake tattoo.
“Hey, Jules.” He called.
“Not now Shawn.” Juliet waved him off.
“Lassiter.” He said crossing to their side of the room but the detective continued to ignore him as well until Shawn yanked his sleeve. “Lassie!” Shawn yelled.
“What Spencer!” Lassiter yelled back grabbing Shawn by the arm glaring at him. “What?!”
“I know the dead guy.”
***
End of Part 1
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