I am so sorry for taking so long with this chapter; I have been having computer difficulties. I expect to be able to continue with almost daily updates until the story is over.
"Mr. Spencer," Gus began seeing Shawn's dad standing by the door. He was unsure what to say in the situation having no idea where Shawn was or what had even happened. "I am so sorry," Gus explained, unable to come up with anything more comforting. Gus looked down at the blanket and began pulling on a thread, slowly unraveling the edge.
Henry slowly made his way into Gus's room, sat down on the chair by the bed, and remained in silence for several minutes, staring at the floor before responding. "The police have been searching the room for anything that may lead them somewhere. Detective O'Hara asked me to come down here so that she can go over the information they have found with both of us at once.
"I called your parents," Henry continued.
Gus looked up from the blanket he was unraveling, "Are they coming back?"
"No, they said that there was no way for them to return for a few more days. Are you ok? O'Hara told me that you were knocked out."
"I'm fine, concussion and a head ache, which the pain medication has helped. Nothing worse than I got with Shawn when we were younger. There was the one time at Mrs. Kraus's when Shawn climbed that tree…" Gus stopped midway through the description and turned to Henry with a sad smile, the memory of his childhood only cementing is worry for his friend.
"And Shawn fell on top of you, breaking you arm," Henry finished the story.
"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster." Gus and Henry both turned towards the door, interrupted from the awkward silence they had once again fallen into. Lassiter walked in followed closely by Juliet.
Juliet began speaking, "We have reason to believe that whoever kidnapped Shawn and assaulted Gus is a professional. While we have not yet compared all the prints in the room against your prints, Gus, and Shawn's, there is evidence to suggest that whoever did this wore gloves. In addition they were very careful not to be caught by any of the security cameras by your office. This suggests that they are experienced criminals."
"Have there been any demands?" Henry asked, noticing that any mention of a ransom note had been left out.
Lassiter looked Henry in the eye and responded, "There has been no contact from those responsible. But it is still early."
Henry sunk back into his chair, he knew from his time on the force that a lack of ransom demands was not a good thing. From the look he received from the detectives he knew they understood this as well.
"Mr. Spencer, please think if you or any of your family have so sort of connection with an organized crime ring, or some other group or individual that would have access to these sorts of kidnappers and call us if you have anything. Gus, we are going to need your official statement. Are up to talking with us now?"
"Of course anything."
Ooooooo
Shawn was led into the office of the building, blinking heavily to adjust to the light. He hoped that the pain medication would begin working soon. Inside off the office were a large table and several metal folding chairs.
On one of the chairs sat the woman, her legs crossed and her dress creeping up her leg, showing her thigh. Shawn quickly looked up at the woman's face. Her smile clearly showed that her pose was intentional and had her desired effect.
"Sit down," the woman commanded, gesturing to a seat at the far end of the table. Shawn plopped down in the chair and turned back toward the woman.
"You haven't told me your name?" Shawn began.
"You can call me whatever you want," the woman stated.
"How about, Jessica Rabbit?" Shawn suggested.
The woman smiled, "'I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.' I know the movie." The woman turned to one of the guards at the door and snapped her finders at him; he immediately brought over a file which he dropped in front of Shawn. "Getting down to business, in that file are pictures of a crime scene, I need you to figure out who did it."
Shawn flipped through the sheets of paper and pictures before closing the file. "I don't know, it is hard to get a psychic read from a photo alone I think I might…" He stopped talking when the woman stood up and walked over with a number of photos in her hand and placed them one by one in front of Shawn.
"If you don't solve the case, it will become very dangerous for them," the woman threatened.
Shawn looked down at the photos in worry. Lined up side by side were pictures of Gus, Juliet, Lassiter, and his dad going about their day to day lives, unaware that anyone was following them. "I'll do it," Shawn stated, his eyes not leaving the photos.