A/N- Okay guys, here's chapter four. I'm cranking these things out as fast as I can. Something that I just noticed was that I accidently gave Henry's partner two different names. Adlam and Aldam. The right name is Aldam. Its not really a big deal, I just thought I'd clarify. Hope you enjoy. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW. Thanks :D.
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Shawn splashed cold water on his face. He gripped the edge of the solitary sink so hard that his knuckles turned white. Calm down Shawn. You're not going to do anyone any good in this state. Shawn looked up at his reflection in the mirror for just a moment, and then looked back down at the ground. He was so ashamed of himself for basically breaking down in the middle of the office. Shawn shook his head. Ok, breaking down might be a little dramatic. I just got mad. Madder than I have been in a long time. I'm definitely breaking down right now though. Come on Shawn! Keep it together. Shawn took a ragged breath in through his nose, out through his mouth. Okay, you know what to do. Keep it cool. Just like usual. Shawn stood up and walked out of the restroom, past the ridiculously long line that had formed outside of the single-stall restroom.
"Sorry guys. You'd think that I would have learned to stop getting the four-bean burrito for lunch by now. Oh well. My dad always said I was a slow learner."
The next man in line suddenly looked dubious about using the recently vacated stall.
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Shawn happened to walk into the main office right as Juliet blew her hair out of her face.
"Hey Jules! You okay? What did you not make the cheerleading team?"
Juliet was brought back to Earth when she heard Shawn's voice.
"Wha-- ? No, no I'm fine. Are you okay Shawn? You looked pretty upset."
"Happy as a hedgehog sunbathing in the Galapagos. How 'bout you? Wait we already did you…"
Juliet took a minute to consider Shawn. In all honesty he looked like he was back to normal. But something was different. I just can't put my finger on it but it's something… Shawn made eye contact with Juliet for less than a second before he turned to pester Lassiter. That's it! His eyes. They were usually so playful and warm. Now his eyes were darkened. It seemed as if nearly all traces of green in his hazel eyes were gone, leaving a deep murky brown color behind. In his eyes Juliet could see the pain and anger that he was masking with humor and immaturity.
"So anyways," Shawn's voice once again brought her back to the present "I figure I need to see both the crime scene and the bodies of both victims. Which shall we go to first, my dear Lassiter?" Shawn was clearly trying (and failing) to do a Sherlock Holmes impression. The only reaction he got was blank stares. "Come on people! Sherlock Holmes? Basil Rathbone? Maybe a little Robert Downey Jr.? No? Wow tough office…" The nearby officers, used to Shawn's antics by now, continued their work like he had never said anything.
Juliet decided to speak up and save Shawn from further humiliation. "Well Shawn, both bodies are here at the station. But are you sure you want to see them?"
"Oh come on Jules. I'm not Gus. I've seen a dead body before and as a bonus, I don't have to resort to Lamaze breathing."
Shawn looked Juliet straight in the eye. What she saw there shocked her. Pleading… Is he actually begging me? Juliet silently berated herself. Nice going Jules. Clearly he's putting up a goofy front to hide from what he's feeling. Just go with it O'Hara. Juliet nodded. "You know what you're right. Come on this way."
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Shawn was relatively certain that the morgue was the most depressing place he's ever been in. As Shawn, Juliet and Lassiter descended the steps leading to the medical examiner's workplace, a couple in their mid-fifties began walking back to the main office. The man had an arm around the woman, who was crying. The man seemed to be just holding back tears.
"They're leaving the identification room…" Juliet breathed.
"Wow" Shawn stopped on the step he was on. He raised is right hand to his head, closing his eyes as if he was concentrating. "Mystic River flashback. That would make" Shawn indicated the couple right as the exited the stairwell "him Shawn Penn and her Laura Linney"
Juliet and Lassiter wisely chose to ignore his insensitive remark.
When they entered the room where the bodies were kept, Lassiter immediately headed for the far wall. The entire wall was covered in large metal drawers. Shawn swallowed hard. He knew that the corpses of people from all different walks of life were kept in those drawers.
It took Lassiter a moment before he located the appropriate drawer. He pulled at the handle and Shawn saw the dead body of Kyle Stark. The criminal's body was covered in numerous lacerations. He took a moment to assess the body. The stab wounds all seemed consistent. He could see which had been fatal: a stab straight into the heart. The marks left were about an inch. There didn't seem to be a sign of a struggle. Probably snuck up on him while he was asleep. The wounds were deep and clean. Okay, so the guy's got some strength.
"Ok, I need to see the other body." Both Lassiter and Juliet turned to look at him doubtfully. "Really guys I'm fine. Do you have any idea how thick that metal is? Everything I hear and feel from the victim's spirit is all muffled."
Lassiter sighed and pulled out Matthew Aldam's body. As much as he didn't want to, Shawn forced himself to look.
Okay Shawn, just another body, don't think of who it is and you'll be fine.
Shawn swallowed again. Let's see what we have here… the Victim has suffered from multiple stab wounds. Approximately an inch and a half… the tear seems consistent with a two-sided blade. But wait, what is this… one of the wounds is different. It seems to be smaller. About an inch. Its much deeper than the others… in fact all the others seem shallower… almost hesitant, like the suspect was forced to…
All this ran through Shawn's mind in about ten seconds.
"Okay, I'm done here. Now to the crime scene!"
"Seriously? That's it? You've got to be kidding me. There's no way you could've already gotten everything you need." Said a cynical Lassiter.
"Lassie, I don't kid. Ever." Shawn turned on his heel and made his way back up to the body of the station.
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The cell where Kyle Stark was kept was taped off from the rest of the facility. There were two chalk outlines on the floor, indicating that something awful had happened there.
"Yes! I've always wondered if they actually did this!" Shawn ran into the cell and squatted down by the chalk outline of Kyle.
"Shawn, you've been to crime scenes dozens of times. How could you not know that they outlined the bodies?"
"Oh Jules. You naive little lemon pop"—this was met with a raised eyebrow from both detectives—"I'm at crime scenes while the bodies are still there, not after the fact." Shawn proceeded to lie down; lining himself up as well as he could with the chalk lines. He closed his eyes and let his head fall limply to the side.
"Come on Spencer we don't have time for this!" Lassiter yelled.
"You know what I say? I say nay Lassie! Its only 2:30 and I don't have another appointment until…" Shawn consulted his watch "Next week.
"That may be the case Shawn, but Lassiter and I actually do have other cases to solve."
Shawn popped up from his position on the floor. "Ok fine." Shawn started to look around. Then he saw something. A thin layer of sand. Hardly noticeable. When Juliet and Lassiter where both looking away, he bent down and got some on his fingers. Hmm. This is strange. The sand feels… processed almost. Not grainy, smooth. Shawn looked and saw evidence of multiple different shoeprints. He had enough to have a "psychic outbreak".
"Oh! Oh! I'm getting something!!" Shawn stuck his arms out, parallel to the ground, eyes squeezed shut. He then proceeded to jerk from left to right, as if caught on a string. He stuck up all ten fingers. Then six. Three. Five. Two. One. He finally landed two. "I'm sensing more than one man. Maybe two. Maybe four. The spirits are unclear. But oh! Wait. I'm getting women. Lots of women. Mistresses. The jungle. Cats. Large cats. Tigers! Tiger Woods! GOLF! GOLF COURSE!!" Shawn mocked hitting a drive then spun in a complete circle on his toes. He collapsed into a heap on the floor, panting.
"Okkk" Juliet was a little startled by his sudden outburst. "So we've got more than one man, and something to do with a golf course… Where does that leave us?"
" Not just any golf course. A really nice one. One you'd find at a country club. At least one of these men spends a lot of time at a country club golf course. He probably works there." Shawn explained.
"And there's only one country club in Santa Barbra. Whispering Pines. Well at least now we have somewhere to start." Juliet said excitedly.
Lassiter stepped in. "Okay O'Hara and I are going to go dig up everything we can about the golf staff at Whispering Pines. Find out if anyone has a criminal record and start there. Spencer, you go do… whatever it is you do…"
With that Lassiter and O'Hara left the crime scene and made their way to their car. Shawn looked down at chalk outline that marked where Matthew Aldam's body was found. "I'm getting closer. I'm going to find him Matt, I promise."
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