One thing Shawn could say about this second car trip- at least he was awake. Gus sat close enough to him on the leather seat that Shawn could feel his leg shaking. Or, maybe it was both their legs. The nervousness wasn't helped by the fact that Brody kept his gun locked on them the whole trip. Shawn had tried to get the other man to lighten up as they were loaded into the limousine. However, the click of the hammer on Brody's gun was enough to stifle further conversation.

The trip shouldn't have taken that long. It became quickly apparent, though, that the driver had been instructed to take the scenic route. Whether it was to throw off anyone who might be following them, or to confuse Shawn and Gus, it was hard to say. Shawn considered suggesting that such deceptions wouldn't work on a psychic, but a glance at Brody's expression killed the impulse. Finally, they arrived. The destination turned out to be an empty lot. Someone outside opened the limo door, and Brody gestured for the two men to exit. Outside, another limo was waiting, along with Hutchins, and two other men Shawn didn't recognize. Looking at the two vehicles, Shawn couldn't help it.

"Guys, come on. You might as well have a sign saying 'Bad guys meeting here, B.Y.O.B.'"

"Shawn!" Gus looked horrified, and Hutchins smiled.

"Do you think we're bad guys, Mr. Spencer?"

Shawn glanced at Brody, who's right hand thumb was absently spinning a gold ring while his left gun hand held steady. "You did kidnap us at gunpoint."

The older man laughed loudly, and the two men beside him smiled. Brody, as ever, looked on with a face of stone. Both Shawn and Gus managed weak chuckles, but soon sobered as the laughter died away. Hutchins, still smiling slightly, folded his hands in front of his slender waist.

"Mr. Spencer, as you know, I am a very successful businessman. You also know that I've had to sacrifice much in order to get where I am. I expect no less from my colleagues, my employees… or anyone else whom I choose to hire."

Shawn swallowed dryly, not liking at all the turn the conversation was taking. "Listen, I just started- I swear I'll get you some information as soon as…"

Hutchins held up his hand. "Oh, I know you will. I'm not worried about your abilities; I've seen your record. I am, however, concerned there may be a slight conflict of interest considering most of your work is done for the SBPD. I want to be sure I have your utmost loyalties. So to ensure this, I'm inviting someone important to you to stay with me during your investigation."

Shawn gaped for a second. Beside him, he could hear Gus whimpering slightly under his breath. Shaking himself out of his stupor, Shawn raised his hand. "Wait, wait… you can't! I uh… I need Gus to… uh… help, clarify my visions! You know, it all comes out like gibberish unless Gus here can decipher them!" Shawn glanced at Gus, whose lower lip was starting to quiver. Leaning closer, Shawn elbowed him sharply. Glancing once to the side, Gus quickly pulled himself together.

"That- that's right sir! Shawn and I are… um, psychically linked!"

Hutchins regarded the two men silently for a moment. Finally, he turned to the two men next to him. One of the men was speaking into a small receiver. At a glance from his boss, the man gave a single nod. Shawn frowned slightly, but before he could digest the odd exchange, Hutchins had turned to face them once more.

"Mr. Spencer, I would never do anything that would hinder your abilities. You and Mr. Guster are free to go." So saying, the older man turned to re-enter his limo. Then, pausing, he glanced over his shoulder. "Don't let me down son."

After that, he and the other two men got into their limo and drove off. Gesturing with his gun, Brody urged Shawn and Gus back into the other limo. "You know dude, saying please works wonders for future relationships."

Walking into the office once again, Shawn shook his head.

Something felt off.

Gus brushed past him, heading swiftly to the bathroom. Sitting down at his desk, Shawn picked up the suspect list. He didn't really need to look at it, having memorized it already, but he needed to do something. Something was jumping around in his mind, and he just couldn't seem to get a handle…

"I'm inviting someone important to you to stay with me during your investigation"

Why take both of them… why not just take Gus….

"Oh my god…"

Gus was just coming out of the bathroom when Shawn stood quickly, grabbing for the phone. He dialed rapidly, then waited, drumming his fingers.

"Shawn?"

Two rings, four… nine…

"Dammit, answer…"

After fifteen, Shawn slapped down the phone. "Gus, come on!"

Still sputtering questions, Gus followed him out.

The door wasn't locked.

Shawn entered slowly, eyes going everywhere. Gus was right behind him, his breathing loud in the silence of the living room

Glancing toward the kitchen, Shawn noted that the pan of eggs had been cooked, then moved to the side to cool. Two pieces of bread stood in the toaster, waiting to be heated. The fridge door stood open.

"Dad?"

Gus glanced down the hall, then went back outside. Shawn was checking for messages on the phone when Gus returned. "His boat's still here."

Shawn nodded, already realizing the worst. There were no messages on the phone, save the one he'd left fifteen minutes ago. Hanging up again, he walked to the dining room table and sat down heavily. He stared down at the surface, his expression tight. "Gus, they took my dad."

Gus stood nearby, his face worried. "Are you sure? I mean, what if one of his buddies just came by and picked him up for poker?"

Shawn shook his head. "Can you imagine my dad leaving his kitchen like this? We're talking about the guy who made us sweep our tree house once a week." Shawn lifted a piece of paper from the table, holding it out to Gus. "Besides, they left a note."

Gus took the paper, looking at Shawn nervously before letting his eyes drift to the writing.

Forty eight hours

Gus frowned. "This is a note? It doesn't say they have your dad…"

Shawn stood, taking the note back. "Did you happen to notice the letterhead?"

Tilting Shawn's wrist, Gus looked again, actually paying attention to the logo at the top of the sheet. "A.D.H."

Shawn dropped his hand and walked towards the door. "I need to get back to the office."

Gus followed him quickly. "No Shawn, what we need to do is talk to the Chief!"

Shawn whirled, his face tight with fear. "Are you trying to get my dad killed? Or us? These guys aren't playing around. Now the only way we're going to help him is by figuring out who this leak is." He turned back to the car, sliding into the driver's side. Gus dropped into his own seat, his hands shaking slightly as he clipped into his seatbelt.

"And how are we supposed to do that without getting that person killed?"

Shawn started the car, then put a hand on the back of Gus's seat as he backed around. After the car was turned, he gunned toward the main road, his hands clasped tightly on the wheel. "I'll think of something. Right now, I need to figure out who that person is to begin with."

Gus folded his arms. "Great. Good plan Shawn. Considering our only lead is a suspect list, how do you suppose we start? Are we going to talk to each of these people? Because I'm pretty sure they'll all want to shoot us if we try."

Shawn took the next turn a little fast, and Gus squawked as he was thrown against the door. "Shawn!"

Ignoring Gus's indignant shout, Shawn pressed down on the gas a little harder. "Actually, the first person I plan to talk to isn't on the list." At Gus's questioning look, Shawn offered his friend a small smile. "Why not talk to the most likely person to hold a grudge on Hutchins?"

Gus stared a moment longer, and then his face suddenly cleared. "The wife."

Shawn offered his fist, and Gus grinned as he presented his own for a celebratory bump.

As Shawn dropped his hand, his face sobered again. He'd never admit, not even to Gus, that the only thought on his mind had nothing to do with the woman they were planning to question. Right now, a steady mantra- almost a prayer, was rolling through his brain.

Hold on Dad…