Chapter 7
"Edgar Mortinson, thirty-four, unmarried. Worked at the Book Lab bookstore," said Jules. "We searched his house. It's loaded with stolen merchandise."
Lisee looked up at Lassiter. "Have you ever been to Pick-A-Pick-A-Pancake?" she asked.
Lassiter ignored her. "He steals their stuff, someone wants revenge."
"They use real maple syrup," said Lisee.
"Yeah Lisee, we'll go to the pancake place later," said Shawn. "I'm sensing…pages."
"Spencer, we just said he worked at a bookstore," said Lassiter.
"About fifty percent of the merchandise in his house was books," said Jules.
There was a small snap. "Ooops," said Lisee.
"Lisee, you broke my new quill pen," said Shawn. He picked it up. The two points of the nib were separated.
"Sorry," said Lisee. "You can have my toast at Pick-A-Pick-A-Pancake."
"This pen cost thirty bucks," said Shawn.
"It's fresh bread," said Lisee.
"Can we please get back on the subject?" asked Lassiter. "Better yet, why don't you run off to your happy pancake place while the grown-ups deal with a murderer?"
"It's Pick-A-Pick-A-Pancake," said Lisee.
"It's a kid's place," said Lassiter.
"I can make your pants fall down," said Lisee.
Lassiter gave her a look. Lisee stuck her tongue out at him.
"Okay, we'll see what we can sense off the coworkers," said Shawn.
"Psychic power?" asked Lisee, putting her hand in.
"Psychic power," said Shawn, putting his hand in. Both of the Spencers stared at Gus.
"I'm not doing that," said Gus. Lisee put on her puppy face. Gus rolled his eyes and put his hand in.
"One, two, three, go!" said Lisee. They threw their hands up in the air and dragged Gus to the car.
Lassiter and Juliet exchanged glances. "Two psychics, eh?" asked Jules.
"O'Hara, go call a therapist," said Lassiter.
