Age Is But A Number.
It was typical. No really, it was. Things like this happened all the time. It didn't surprise Gus anymore that Shawn always got them in either awkward or dangerous situations. This just happened to be both the most awkward one as of yet. Gus wasn't so sure of the dangerous part. Something was very clear though. This lady meant serious business. Awkward, sick and a very wrong serious business.
Looking at the leather wearing, eighty year old lady, ready to punish her next murder victim, was in a way seriously terrifying.
Gus knew that even Shawn couldn't have expected this. Shawn would have warned him if he had known. Right? He would've warned Juliet. Right? Gus could understand that he hadn't warned Lassiter just to mess with him, but one look at Shawn's face had showed that he knew. Shawn was crying tears from holding his laughter.
Among the speechless, Detective Carlton Lassiter was the first to shake of the initial shock.
"That's just sick!"
Gus couldn't have agreed more.
* Don't kill the author, please.*
