After Casey had returned to Burbank later that evening, the team made their report to General Beckman at his house. "I didn't find anything suspicious about O'Hara's behavior, General," Casey said. "So far we haven't found any damning evidence about any of those people."
"Well, you're going to have to keep looking," said the General.
"I'm doing my best to get closer to Spencer," said Sarah. "I think that might be our best shot at getting the truth out of him."
"Is it really? I mean surely there's…another way…" Chuck cleared his throat. "Or you know, maybe she's right and that is…" He sighed. "Go on."
"Do everything in your power, Agent Walker," said General Beckman. "I don't expect this mission to last much longer. Am I clear?"
"Yes ma'am," Sarah said, and Chuck and Casey did the same. The General then signed off.
Sarah turned to the other two. "Tomorrow, I'll ask Spencer out on a date and do my very best to get him to say something. If he doesn't...we might have to blow our covers and take him and some of the others back to Castle and interrogate them."
"Are you sure the General would want that?" Asked Chuck.
"Chuck, this mission is and was supposed to be quick. That's how it was designed. If we don't get something soon, it's doubtful that we ever will in this sort of manner."
Chuck sighed and nodded; then said goodnight and headed back home.
The next morning at the Psych office, Shawn and Gus were ecstatic to see Sarah and Chuck. "Guess what, you guys! Juliet ran the license plates on that car we found yesterday and they're definitely Ollie's!" Said Shawn.
"...which means that not only does Ollie go on vacation on the very day that Brent goes missing, but that his car was found outside of the man's house," Gus continued. "I'd say we've got ourselves a pretty strong lead."
"Wow," said Sarah. "That's great, but...how will we know were Ollie took Brent?"
"That's another thing," said Shawn. "Last night, while eating a very large bag of Doritos, I received a tip-off from the spirit world. I recalled that when we were talking with that Fargo guy, his feet were up on the desk that that there was white dust on his pants, just like the kind that were on mine after walking around in Brent's driveway, and-OH!" Shawn bent over, clutching his head with both hands.
"Are you okay?" Asked Sarah.
"I'm getting something very strong, something I can't believe I didn't see before! There was another mysterious object under Fargo's feet...a teeny, tiny piece of blue paint, of the very same color as Brent's car!" Shawn stood up again and smiled. "Huh...I wonder how that got there."
"Fargo was in on it?" Chuck said, already knowing the answer.
"You got it, Chazzy. Gus and I were just waiting for you guys to show up so we could go down to the police station and tell Lassie to bring him in to be grilled."
"Speaking of which, how about some grilled meat, Shawn? I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning, and all I had was a bowl of Fruit Loops."
"Gus, it's not even lunchtime yet," said Shawn. "And you might want to grab something now, because I don't think we'll be having lunch today. Dinner, we can do. Are you guys up for supper tonight?" He asked Sarah and Chuck.
Sarah took both of Shawn's hands. "Actually, I was wondering if I might take you out, just you and me, to say thank you, and to get my mind off of all of this," she said.
"Of course," said Shawn, "I'd love to. Gus, I hope you're okay with that."
"Whatever," he said. "I'm going to get me some meat, even if I have to dine alone to get it."
With that, the four left for the police station, and when they arrived, Shawn again flew to Juliet's desk. "Good news, Jules. We know of someone that needs some serious interrogation. A Mr. Patrick Fargo could potentially be quite deep in this investigation and should be taken in at his place of work immediately!"
Juliet didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I'm sorry Shawn, what?"
"Jules, you ruined my perfect word...flow...thing."
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm next to positive that I was followed last night, and I'm just kind of distracted by it."
Sarah and Chuck exchanged worrisome looks.
"Someone followed you?" Shawn said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, but I've been sitting here all morning trying to figure out who would want to follow me, and why."
"What did he look like?"
"Well, I'd never seen him before. He was strong-looking, with brown hair, and...I don't really know much else. At first I saw thought he was just some guy from my neighborhood, because he was right behind me when I drove onto my street, but then I went out to the grocery store and I swear I saw him in the parking lot sitting in that same van that looked like it came right out of a spy movie or something. When I came home, I saw that same vehicle in my rear-view mirror."
"Who do you think it could be?" Asked Gus.
"That's the thing, it could be anyone from any of the cases I'm involved in now or any in the past, for that matter."
"You're not staying by yourself, are you?" Asked Shawn.
"Shawn, I have a gun, it's okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, but thank you."
"Okay," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"As Shawn was saying earlier, we need to bring in Patrick Fargo for interrogation. He might be Ollie's accomplice," said Gus.
Shawn explained to her his reasoning behind this accusation, and soon Patrick Fargo was sitting in Interrogation Room B. Lassiter and Juliet sat across from him at the table and Shawn, Gus, Sarah, and Chuck sat behind the two-way mirror.
"Mr. Fargo, how close are you to Ollie Jenkins?" Asked Juliet.
"We work together," he said. "But I've never cared much for him. He's a selfish cheapskate."
"Why do you say that?"
"Look, I've got a sick wife, and I don't make enough money. A few weeks back, I asked Jenkins for some help financially and he laughed in my face, even though I've seen how that creep lives. He's got a nice BMW and a house big enough for a family of twelve. You know, Solid Ground isn't the only place he owns. He's got a few other car places and a couple of restaurants, plus money he inherited from his parents."
"What do you know about Brent Calloway, Fargo?" Asked Lassiter.
Chuck could see the undercover agent portraying Fargo trying to let tension get to him. This was going great.
"I'll tell you what I told that psychic guy. He brought in his car and wanted an oil change. I told the new guy to do it. He did it. The guy came and got it, and the next thing I knew Ollie's calling and telling me he's gonna be gone for a while."
"He just left?"
"Yes."
"And he gave no indication as to where."
"N-no, he didn't."
Lassiter stood up and leaned over Fargo. "Listen, you lying little twerp, I wanna know where Jenkins is and I wanna know now."
"I told you, I don't know!"
Chuck suddenly saw Shawn walk out from behind the two-way mirror and go directly into the interrogation room. "Lassie, you're right. He is lying."
"Spencer, what the-" But Lassiter was interrupted by Shawn walking directly in front of him and going straight for Patrick Fargo.
"Last night, I had a vision. I saw dust, dirty, filthy dust, and not just any dust, driveway dust. It was on your pants, Fargo, and it came from Brent Calloway's driveway. And, as if that weren't enough, between the treads of your shoe...was a tiny bit of blue paint, in a hue matching that of Brent's car."
"Dust and paint? That's the evidence you have?"
"We all had that white chalky gravely stuff under our feet after being in Brent's driveway," said Shawn.
"But Shawn," said Juliet, "If Calloway went missing on Thursday, how could the dust have still been on his pants yesterday?"
"Because, Jules, he'd been back, maybe a few times." Shawn stared intently at him.
Fargo looked like he was about to crack, and then he did. "Okay, okay! I was in on it, and I'm not proud to admit that. That Calloway guy must be really rich, because Ollie found out that he had a layer of gold sitting under the paint of his car. He told me that he was gonna find a way to sell the car and that if I would cover for him and do some other things..."
"What other things?" Asked Lassiter.
"I had to go to the driveway and look for any gold that might have been left behind, 'Even if I had to crawl around on the ground for it,' he said. He also wanted me to feed his dogs while he was gone."
"Okay, continue."
"...he said that if I did those things, I could have a share of the money, for my wife. He never said anything about hurting the kid, he just said that somehow he'd convince him to sell it. I wasn't thinking right, I haven't been since my wife got admitted to the hospital. It was a really stupid thing to do."
Sarah began to cry in front of Gus, and she collapsed into Chuck's arms. He certainly wasn't complaining now.
"Then where's Jenkins?" Lassiter said.
"I really don't know; he didn't tell me. But I wouldn't be surprised if Ollie's taking Calloway to Florida. He's got a summer home in West Palm Beach where he has this big garage for all his cars."
"Florida?" Cried Sarah.
"We'll call the police department there and see what we can do," Juliet said to Shawn. He nodded and then returned back behind the two-way mirror.
Sarah thanked him and Gus for his efforts and told him that for now, she just wanted to go back home and would see him tonight for their date. As everyone rode back to the Psych office, Chuck was full of questions. Casey was great at following people, so how was it possible that Juliet had saw him—three times? Well, she is a detective, he thought. And a cop, so she has to look out for stuff like that all the time. Still, Chuck knew that the fact that she had caught onto him was probably driving Casey nuts.
Next, he wondered how Sarah was going to drive anything out of Shawn that evening. She was smart and probably had a plan, but still he worried that they would get nowhere in the next few hours, and in that case...well, it was back to Castle...with Shawn, Gus, and maybe even Juliet and Lassiter.
Again, Shawn and Gus didn't stop talking until Sarah and Chuck got out of the car, and all was silent between them until they opened the door to the white van and received an immediate grunt from Casey.