Don't worry, I'm still updating The Thrill of the Chase. I just wanted to get this new fic up before my other one ends which unfortunately is soon:( anyway this will be just as whumpy, if not more, but later. Gotta set the background.
The blueberry screeched to a halt next to a large field. Shawn and Gus emerged from either side, bickering quietly.
"I've head it both ways," declared Shawn.
"No, you haven't Shawn. Abraham Lincoln did not sign the Declaration of Independence," Gus replied.
"Man, you don't know. You weren't even there!"
"Neither were you!" Gus pointed out.
"True that. But I hear my father was," Shawn said.
"Your dad is not that old," Gus said.
"Whatever man, he's not even your dad. Hi, Jules! You look lovely. Lassie, your hair looks interesting. What's going on here?"
"Spencer, Guster, what are you two even doing here?" Lassiter snapped.
"My dear Jules told me where she was going when she left. I couldn't stay away," Shawn said happily.
Juliet smiled happily at her boyfriend. "I told you not to come and that we didn't need you."
"All I heard was come and need you. Much like last night. Kidding! No need to get awkward now." Shawn dodged Gus as he tried to elbow him in the ribs. He loved the blush creeping up Juliet's cheeks.
"What happened here?" Gus changed the subject.
"Strangling victim. Named Traci Miller."
"Traci Miller huh? Could she be anymore of a stripper?" Shawn asked, looking around the scene.
"That's not even kind of a stripper name, Shawn," Gus pointed out.
"Well, you would know best, buddy."
"Stop that, Shawn."
Shawn clicked his tongue at Gus. "Fine. But you know it's true." He squatted down next to Traci's body. He noted small grains of sand on her clothing and shoes. "I'm sensing that she was not killed here. She was killed elsewhere and the killer brought her body here like of sack of tomatoes."
"Okay, that's something. We'll let you know when Woody finishes the autopsy." Juliet said. She began walking away with Lassiter. "Oh, and Shawn, it's bag of potatoes, not tomatoes."
"What was that Shawn?" Gus asked.
"I don't know, me doing police work? Besides, I got us a lead. I know where she was killed."
"Awesome, where?"
"Wait for iiiiiiiiiit," Shawn said as they walked back to the blueberry. "She was killed at the beach!"
"At what beach? That doesn't help at all."
"Ah, but it does, my chocolate covered friend. It was a beach with sand."
"Oh, a beach with sand! Why didn't you say so?"
"Would you just drive? I'm pretty sure my father has a neighbor named Miller. And guess where my father lives."
"Shawn, Miller is not an uncommon last name," Gus pointed out. Nevertheless, he drove in the direction of Henry's house.
"Still a lead. But let's not go by my dads house."
"Or we can go ask which house the Millers live in. I have a route to finish; I don't have time to knock on people's doors to find a house that may or more likely may not have a lead."
"A route to finish? Are you telling me you still work at that insurance place?"
"Pharmaceuticals, Shawn. And yes, where do you think I get all the money I give to you?"
"I dunno, magic? And do you need to finish your route? This is an important case."
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