Ok here is the next chapter sorry I have had a total mental block on how I wanted to continue. This chapter is one that will hopefully fulfill the need of getting my creative juices flowing again. Sorry not much Shawn in this one. I thought I would go with another POV on this chapter. I hope you enjoy.


"Grrr" thought the man in black. "Inconceivable! How could I miss him again?" He paced the small square room he had been hiding in since this whole sorry mess started. "How could the police be so dumb as to bring in a fraud like that?" He turned to face the room. And start to argue with himself. "If you really think Shawn Spencer is a fraud. Why are you trying to get rid of him? Well…because he maybe a fraud but look at his track record. He has solved quite a few cases, and what if I'm wrong. What if he really is? Then you are in serious trouble my friend… The man started his pacing again and his mind rolled back to the fateful day this stupid thing began.

The argument they had that day seemed so pointless now…. "Jay this isn't going to work!" the man in black remembered screaming at his partner. He can see in his mind Jay trying to calm him down. Which just made him more irritated, this whole scheme had been Jay's idea. How he let himself get caught up in this in the first place he will never understand. Jay sighed "Look, I know a house that has been empty for awhile all we have to do is lay low until things cool down once the heat is off of us we can divide the take and no one will be the wiser."

"How do you know about this place?"

"What, you don't think I do this full time do you? I do have a day job. How do you think I maintain my anonymity? If you do it too often you have a higher chance of getting caught. This way I don't leave any trail."

The man in black looked at his partner not really sure what to believe.

"What you think that anyone would let me sell them a house if they knew my history? Being a real estate agent gives me the perfect cover. People trust me. Let me into their homes and no one's the wiser when a few months later when the house is sold and things just happen to go missing in the moving process. They just think it got put in a different box, or got left somewhere. Or if I get really lucky I found out they have coins, jewels that sort of thing. It's easy I copy the house key and relieve them of the stuff when their not around. "

"But someone was around Jay!" Panic started to creep up his chest. His lungs were tightening. "You killed that old lady!"

Jay's eyes burned, but his voice was so cold. "She was in the way. I don't leave witnesses who can identify me. Now stop the whining, and let's get to the house. I promise we'll be safe there."

The drive to the house seemed like forever, but as Jay pulled in his partner thought they might just get away with it. They got out of the car and as they walked up to the house Jay pulled a set of keys out of his coveralls.

"So what happened here? What's with the tarp on the roof?"

"The owner had a fire. It was an investment house and the guy said it wasn't worth keeping for him so he sold it. The new owners only come here to work on it during the weekend so we should be good for a couple of days." Jay said as he pulled out a loose brick on the porch and place the velvet bag of jewels inside and then pounded the brick back into place. He then found the key and opened the front door.

The smell of the smoke and ash hit them as they walked in. "You want us to stay here?"

Jay whipped around and pushed him against the door. "I said stop you're whining! If you have that much of a problem with it leave, I'll keep everything and you can go scooting back to Texas with your tail between you're legs. You're pathetic I should have found a different safe cracker. They told me you were good I just didn't expect to have to babysit you and hold you're hand the whole time. This job is going to make us very wealthy but I don't know if it is worth it if I have to listen to you sniveling for the rest of the night." Jay pushed him once more into the door and then turned away.

…. And that's when it happened. He was just so tired of having to deal with Jay's manipulation and abuse. He was thinking the same thing Jay was that the payoff wasn't big enough to deal with this guy. He hadn't even realized that he still had his tools in his hands. The crack that Jay's head made as the tool bag came into contact with it will forever be in his memory. Jay lay there so still and yet he couldn't move to check to see if he was still breathing. The sirens brought him out of his shock. Somebody must have heard them. He peeked out the window to see how close they were and realized he wouldn't have time to get the jewels from the porch before someone spotted him. He would have to come back. The sirens were getting closer. He had to leave. Hopefully the police were stupid enough not to notice a loose brick amongst all the other construction going on. He grabbed the keys from Jay's lifeless hand and ran for the car. He just managed to pull out of sight before the first police car came into view…

He realized he had stopped pacing and started up again as his mind came back to the present and started thinking about Shawn Spencer. Was he really Psychic? The newspaper articles he had read while he was here had been impressive, but right now he didn't care. He just had to get those jewels and get out of town before he was discovered. He thought trying to scare him off would have worked with the car accident and the shooting, but obviously he would have to take more drastic measures now. He hadn't wanted to kill Shawn Spencer before, but hey what was one more life. He knew if he got caught they would blame the old lady's death on him even though that was Jay, and Jay's death really was an accident but he didn't think they would believe him. So if he was going down for it. He might as well make it worth it.

Shawn Spencer would just have to die.