Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.
The plot thickens! Sorry if this is short, but I'm sick, so give me a break.
"Detectives, please come in." Chief Vick said somberly when we walked into the station. She motioned for us to sit in her office.
"How long have you been living together?" She asked.
I struggled to lie on the spot. "We aren't living together! What, me and Lassie? He would have shot me by now. Come on, Chief." I tried to keep my voice light. Something was wrong.
"Mr. Spencer, perhaps you have forgotten; I am the Chief of Police. I'm smarter than you think. I need you to tell me the truth."
Carlton spoke before me. "Yes, we're living together, yes, we're dating, no, there's nothing you can do about it."
She looked taken aback. "Okay. O'Hara received a phone call tipping us off about a relationship, and instructing you two to do something."
"Tap dance among monkeys? Sing an arpeggio in a rainforest?"
"None of the above. He wants you to spend Halloween in a haunted house with him."
"What?"
"They have created the ultimate haunted house. He has set up obstacles and distractions throughout. If you find them, they will go to jail willingly. But if they find you first...you won't leave alive. They specifically requested you two. Are you up for it?"
"Of course. But we need more detail." Lassie said.
"We don't know anything. We told you everything he said on the call, and that's all we know. I'm sorry that you have to be in the situation, but he's promised that he'll go on a killing spree if you don't show. Here's the address."
She hands us a piece of paper. "13 Harrison Street. I drive by there every day! It's supposedly haunted by Veronica Nicastro. She was an old spinster who lived there until she was murdered in '92. I think the case went unsolved. Is this a man or a woman?" Carlton said.
"A woman."
"I knew it. Another sly, conniving ice queen."
"Hey!" Jules squeaked from the corner.
"Oh, sorry, O'Hara." He said gruffly.
This whole situation was worrying me. How did a complete stranger know about my newfound Shassie-ship? Nothing about this was sitting with me right, and I could tell Carton felt the same way.
"Do we need costumes?" I asked.
The Chief, surprisingly, nodded. "She said to wear costumes, strangely enough."
"What kind of costumes?"
She shrugged. "She wasn't specific. Will you be ready by tomorrow?"
Carlton nodded firmly. "As we'll ever be."
