AN Hey guys back again. Hopefully this is funnier.

Chapter 2

"So, do you think it was the comment on Lassiter's girlfriend, or that I said he was gay?"

Lassiter had just dumped them on the road and had driven off leaving them in the dust. Gus thought for a moment.

"I think it was the one about his ex-wife owning his life... And his money... And his home."

Shawn walked left a bit and pointed his index finger at him.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that one,"he grinned."That was probably it."

They arrived at the station and then Shawn spoke.

"Gus, you do know that it's not the Gamma Train, right?"

"Then, what is it?"

"The G-train."

Gus threw his hands up.

"Exactly. G stands for Gamma!"

"No, it doesn't."

"Well, the Incredible Hulk coaster at Universal Studios says different."

Shawn looked at him, weirdly.

"Gus! You were too scared to ride that you wouldn't know!"

"Whatever."

Shawn looked to his left and began grinning.

"Oooh, Gus, let's question her first,"Shawn ogled the blue-eyed brunette, as he walked over."Hello. I am Shawn Spencer. Psychic of the SBPD. I am sensing that you are on vacation, because you broke up with your boyfriend. Also, you work for a bank. Oh! And I am single."

"Wow, that is right!"

"I know. Did you notice anything weird after the murder?"

"Well, there was a weird liquidy substance on the floor."

"Thank you. Here's my number. Call me."

He clapped his hands together and he and Gus walked into the train. Something dripped from the ceiling, staining the shirt Shawn always wore. He looked up and solved how the murder was made. But why?

AN Short but suspenseful.