Shawn rapped on the door of the room to which he had been "led". It was opened by a slightly-disheveled Caleb Monte.

He blinked at them in confusion, obviously having just woken up. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry to interrupt your nap, but we have some more questions," Shawn announced. "Can we come in?"

"Uh ..."

"Great!" Shawn ducked under Caleb's arm and waited for the man to let Gus and the detectives in as well. The room was a standard motel room, nothing special by any means. The walls were papered with a basic flowered print, and the bedspreads were plain beige. One of the twin beds was undone, and the dim lights told Shawn that Caleb had been attempting to sleep before they arrived. "So, where should we start?" he asked as soon as the others had joined them inside.

"Maybe with the part that tells me why you four are here?" Caleb replied, shutting the door behind the group. "Did you make any progress on my wife's case?"

"You could say that." Shawn put both hands to his temples. "I'm sensing ... I'm sensing that you didn't tell us the whole story back at your house."

Caleb crossed his arms. "Oh?"

"What are you saying, Spencer?" Lassiter demanded.

"I'm saying ..." Shawn trailed off. He squeezed his eyes shut and began rubbing his fingers together. "Paper ... No, not just any paper ... Green paper ... Something about money. And ..." He then began moving his fingers rapidly in front of him, as if he were typing on a computer keyboard. "... The internet ... Money on the internet? Ah!" Shawn popped open his eyes. "I'm sensing part of the answer lies in Angela Monte's eBay transactions."

Glancing over at Caleb, Shawn was satisfied by seeing the man's cheeks redden lightly. Lassiter and Juliet were standing by the door, watching Shawn with annoyance and amusement, respectively. Gus was standing farther to the side, waiting in case Shawn needed any assistance with his "vision".

"I'm also sensing ..." Shawn flung himself across the room, to where a lamp was sitting on the table between the two beds. "A lamp! There is also tinglings about a lamp ... Angela was selling a lamp on eBay!" he announced.

Caleb shifted uneasily, and Lassiter caught the movement. He narrowed his eyes at the other man as Shawn continued.

For his part, Shawn had his eyes closed again and his hands to his head. "You didn't want Angela to sell a lamp, but she did. And you tried to get it back ..." He yelped and grabbed at his chest, flopping backwards onto one of the beds. Opening one eye, he looked up at the others. "There really was no need for a gun, though."

"A gun?" Caleb's face had now grown pale, and his voice was slightly shaking. "But my wife wasn't killed by a bullet."

"No, but Jake Williams was." Shawn made no move to get up from the bed. "This is actually quite comfortable. I think you got a good deal on the room."

"Spencer, are you done?" Lassiter demanded.

"Patience, Lassie, patience." Shawn sat up and raised an eyebrow at Caleb. "So you tried to get the lamp back and accidentally shot Jake Williams. You didn't realize that he had taken the day off of work. And when your wife confronted you about it, things got out of hand. You shoved her backwards, causing her to hit her head and expire!" Shawn put heavy emphasis on the last word, clasping his hands around his throat and fell backwards onto the mattress a second time.

"No, it didn't happen like that!" Caleb exclaimed.

Lassiter scowled. "How did it happen, then?"

"You didn't mean to do it." Shawn observed from his horizontal position. "It was just an argument that got out of hand. You pushed, she pushed, you pushed harder ... It's all too horrible!" He clapped a hand over his eyes, moving his fingers to peek through at Caleb's face.

"It wasn't on purpose!" Caleb stopped himself with a hand to his mouth, realizing he had just given himself away.

Lassiter took several steps to close the gap between Caleb and him, crossing his arms and glaring at the other man. "Explain."

Reaching to the side for a chair, Caleb took a seat, burying his head in his hands. "It wasn't on purpose," he repeated. He took a deep breath and continued. "I ... owe money to a loan shark. I had started gambling several years ago ... but Angela hated the habit and made me promise to stop. I tried ... really I did ... and I had until recently. But then I started again for a while several months ago. I finally quit again, but not before I had built up some debts."

Shawn sat up and put his right hand to his temple. "So you had ...hidden some cash in the lamp ..."

"Yes." Caleb looked shocked that Shawn knew the fact. "In a compartment in the bottom of the lamp. I had done it before, and Angela never knew. I didn't expect that she would up and sell the lamp!"

"And you tried to talk her out of it once she did, but she wouldn't go back," Shawn continued the story.

"Not exactly." Caleb shook his head. "She was on her way out the door with it when I got home from the gym the other day. I had no time to ask her about it, but I couldn't let her get rid of it -"

"So you followed her," Shawn interrupted. "Because that is the next logical step in the story." This earned Shawn a stern look from both detectives and Gus.

"I did follow her." Caleb hung his head. "I needed to find out where the purchaser lived. I was just planning to steal the lamp to get my money back, but someone was home ... I didn't mean to shoot him. But it happened ..." He paused for a moment, then continued. "I didn't expect anyone to be there."

"It doesn't change the fact that it was murder," Lassiter countered. "What happened to your wife?"

Caleb took a long, heaving sigh before continuing. "We had a fight. She thought I was having an ... affair, since I would go off to ... gamble ... She lashed out in anger, and I just went to push her away. She ... she tripped and hit her head on the edge of the dresser."

"Why didn't you just call for help?" Gus broke in. "You could have called 9-1-1."

"Well ... I ... I knew she was dead, and I ... and I freaked out that if I called for help, someone would find out about my ... side activities and I would be arrested ..."

"So you staged a burglary then went out and enjoyed yourself," Shawn continued. "You went fishing and left the scene of your crime to be discovered on its own. And when it wasn't, you called it in yourself."

"Yes," the man replied. "I did. I ... I'm sorry." His voice broke.

"It's not us you need to be apologizing to. Caleb Monte, you are under arrest for the murders of Jake Williams and Angela Monte," Lassiter informed him, snapping handcuffs around his wrists.

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Shawn leaned back in his chair at the Psych office, folding his hands behind his head. "This is the life, Gus. My only regret is that we didn't get the girl this time."

"Shawn, the girl was married." Gus looked up from his computer, eyebrow raised.

"Well, yeah ..."

Just then, the door opened, and Velma and Joe walked into the office. They were holding hands, and Velma was smiling from ear to ear.

"Well, hi there," Shawn greeted, removing his hands and sitting up. "It's great to see you out and about, Joe."

"Thanks," Joe replied. Velma poked him in the ribs and he swallowed before continuing. "I, uh, I wanted to come by and say thank you for what you did."

"Yes," Velma put in. "We can't say how much we appreciate your helpin' Joe out. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here."

"It was our pleasure," Gus spoke up, smiling at the couple. "We were happy to help."

"Well, thank you again." Velma said. She smiled at Joe and put a hand on his arm. "We need to be headin' back to Newport now."

Once they had walked out, Gus and Shawn shared a look, then Shawn spoke up. "So, Gus, tell me more about this aerobics class you and Brenda are in. Do they have any spaces open?"