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Previously
"Why'd you want to kill that woman?"
Dr. Pines shook his head regretfully. "She was a patient of mine, but actually went in a coma. Turns out, she talks in her sleep. I learned enough about her to feel bad about killing her, but when she talked about her hidden treasure, I knew I had to strike. And I did!"
Shawn closed his eyes to prevent the flashes of pain from overcoming him. "Good for you, doc."
Dr. Pines smiled down at them.
"Now it's time for you to die."
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Lassiter jumped into his car, McNab following close behind. The case was very close to solved. The security footage had been the final straw. They'd identified the man in the security footage as Dr. Pines, which didn't necessarily prove anything—but there was a flash of light.
When Dr. Pines had led Spencer and Guster out of the building, a small sliver of light bounced off something in Dr. Pines' hand into the camera. And that something looked very similar to a 1985 Browning Hi Power 9mm. Which was being held up to Guster's head.
Furthermore, in the tapes, Spencer had counted down Pines' appearance as if he'd known who the killer was. Lassiter thought back to the time when Spencer had been tied up and had a panic attack when Lassiter had finally agreed to him being a psychic. Nothing made sense. How could Spencer solve crimes the way he did if he wasn't psychic?
A horn jerked Lassiter back into his car, and he saw that the light had turned green. "Where are we going again?" he muttered to McNab as he drove forward.
"Well, Dr. Pines' car was found parked outside of an abandoned house, and our guess is Gus and Shawn are there also—"
Lassiter cut him off. "I already know that. What's the address?"
McNab told him.
As Lassiter followed the directions, he could not help but feel anxious. Spencer's last kidnapping had resulted in him being caught, McNab being shot, and an overwhelming feeling of failure.
This time, everything had to be perfect.
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Shawn hurt. He was thirsty and tired, his ribs and head ached, his cuts were reopened and stinging, and his throat felt irritated.
Gus hurt, too. He also needed water and sleep, and while he wasn't banged up from the time Yang kidnapped him, the pistol-whipping had given him a large bruise with a tremendous headache.
All in all, not a good day.
Dr. Pines had left the two friends to sit and wait to die, because what else was there to do? Shawn had suggested games and jokes and plans, but after ten minutes, the excitement had died and they had took up the positions they were currently in.
Gus was wedged in the corner of the room, in a cramped angle that made his back ache. Shawn, meanwhile, was spread out on the ground in the middle of the room, staring up at the ceiling.
It was Shawn who first broke the silence, his voice a scratchy whisper. "Dude, how much longer are we going to have to wait?"
Gus glared in his direction, his eyes hazy and unfocused. "Shawn, let me rot here in peace."
Shawn chuckled, but it was void of humor. "I don't want to die. Jules…" he trailed off, but Gus understood.
"Don't worry, there's no need to apologize to her!" Gus snorted. "If anything, she should be apologizing to you."
Shawn clutched his ribs and groaned. "Jules didn't do anything wrong. I just didn't…get the chance to propose."
"How sweet!" Dr. Pines' voice dripped with mockery as he entered the room. "Too bad you'll die before you can say 'I do!'"
Shawn struggled to sit up and scooted over next to Gus.
Seeing Shawn open his mouth to start a fight, Gus knew he had to play it cool or his murderer would get even more angry. "Mr. Pines," Gus said, talking like a true pharmaceutical salesman. "If you don't mind, I think my friend here and I would like the details about our deaths. How do you plan to carry them out?"
Dr. Pines' looked taken aback at Gus' tone and his question. "Well, I was planning on shooting you and burying the bodies."
When Gus began speaking again, Shawn cracked up into silent laughter at his friend's professionalism. "Would you be so kind as to contact my parents?" Gus asked with a polite tilt of the head, despite the pain it caused him. "I'm sure they'd like the chance to say good-bye."
Shawn slouched against the wall. "My dad will want to know, too. Otherwise, he'll kill me for not telling him, so I'll be doubly dead, which will be a very awkward situation," he said with a hint of irony.
"Of course not?" Dr. Pines said, although his uncertainty at their polite mannerisms gave his voice a small hitch at the end.
Gus opened his mouth to ask another polite question, but the pain in his head proved to be too much, and he lost consciousness.
Shawn knew he had to keep the ball rolling, or else Dr. Pines would kill them. Luckily, Shawn was good at stalling. Unluckily, he was not good at the whole "polite" thing.
"What an ingenious plan," Shawn told Dr. Pines. The doctor leaned against the opposite wall. Shawn continued. "I mean, who would've guessed. The smart doctor, lots of patients, generally liked. And of course. You had to frame poor Malena. The syringe was a dead giveaway."
Dr. Pines raised an eyebrow. "You do know that I explained that all to you already. If you're trying to do a nice, end-of-movie wrap-up, you're kind of late."
Shawn did not hear him, caught up in the haze of pain that stemmed from his injuries. "And when you heard that your patient had hidden treasure, you struck. Who wouldn't? Killing her was easy—those poisons were easy to come by. The only problem: the handsome, talented psychic. Had to get him out of the way. And you did! A coma was the perfect plan." Shawn dipped his head and closed his eyes. "Gus. You had to kill him, or he'd see that my coma was not natural! Luckily, Gus' allergic reaction alerted the doctor to the poison. Gus did not die."
"No, I didn't," Gus sluggishly agreed from where he was propped up against the wall.
Dr. Pines nodded. "But now he will."
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How was this chapter?
Sorry it took so long to update—I've been pretty busy. I'll try to update more often!
