"My dad?" asked Susie.

"Her dad?" asked Gus.

"Yes," said Shawn. "That would be the reason for me saying that he's the guy."

"How do you figure?" asked Gus.

"He has an 11 ½ shoe size, which had a footprint that looked like an almost perfect match for the one outside Susie's house. He knew Bryant's name when we hadn't told him. And he has a new Mustang."

"So? Maybe he got a raise or something." said Gus.

"For a school bus driver?"

"So he's a school bus driver."

"Exactly. His new car, neatly trimmed yard, expensive shoe print all point towards wealth."

"So, because he has money and he cares about how he and his property looks, he's a murderer?" asked Gus. "Damn, why didn't I think of that? It fits so well with our other evidence. Oh, wait, I forgot. We don't have any other evidence."

"I'm glad you're starting to see things my way, Gus."

"Seriously, Shawn? How does his expensive taste prove he done it?"

"Because," Susie said from the backseat. "He wouldn't have gotten a raise that big. If you check the exes' bank accounts, there will probably be withdraws after the date printed on the certificates you found."

Shawn turned around to look at Susie. "Exactly," he said. "I'm glad to see someone understands me."

"Okay, Shawn. Let's say that you're right--" said Gus.

"I am right, Gus."

"Those things you said could easily be explained in ways other than murder. Plus the fact that you don't have any evidence…"

"Okay, how about this; why didn't he say anything about Susie's face?"

"What?"

"The bruise and scratches are still noticeable."

"So?"

"Any normal, worried parent would have noticed it and asked what had happened. Harold didn't."

Gus shook his head. "Again, I say 'So?' That doesn't mean anything--"

"What it means is that he already knew about it. Which means he was in contact with Susie's mom. And when you're divorced I wouldn't think that you'd call your ex to tell them that you attacked your offspring."

"Meaning?"

"She would have had contact with him before this. So when she called him to tell him, it wasn't really out of the blue."

"Shawn, this is a really huge jump to accuse him."

"I guess you're right." Shawn said, leaning back in the seat, thinking.

"You need proof of some sort," said Gus.

"I know. This isn't my first case, Gus."

"All we've got is a footprint, a Mustang, and some death certificates."

"You could check the phone records between my parents and the bank records of the ex boyfriends," said Susie. "That could give you some stable evidence. But that could take a while, depending on where Lassie puts it in his 'to-do' list. And even then, you wouldn't have a motive."

"Motive's jealousy." said Shawn.

"No. Jealousy doesn't work." Susie said.

"Why not?"

"If they were talking to each other regularly, then they could have talked about getting back together. My dad could have said that he didn't like the guys she was dating, instead of just off and killing them."

"Damn," Gus said. "Susie, you're good at this stuff."

"Thanks. I guess watching all those 'Law & Order' marathons paid off."

"Okay, so, if I just go blindly into this accusation, how close do you think I'd get to nailing it?" asked Shawn.

"Shawn, you pretty much go blindly into all the cases we work."

"Glad to see you've got my back on this, Gus." Shawn paused. "Now all we've got to do is get both of Susie's parental units together."

"Shawn, gimme your cell." Susie said.

"Why? Just use yours."

"It can be traced too easily too soon."

Shawn, unsure of what was going on, handed his phone over. Susie dialed a number and put the phone to her ear. Shawn watched her. For some reason, he was holding his breath.

"Harold?" said Susie. "It's Sarah. I--" she paused. "What? You say Susie was just over there with two strange men?" she listened. "I see. God, I hate that little bitch. I can't believe she's my child. She's like the freaking spawn of Satan."

Shawn had a look of confusion on his face as he listened to Susie. Surprisingly, she did sound a little like her mother.

"Anyway," Susie said. "I need you to meet me at my house right away." She looked up at Shawn. "Yes, it's very important. Okay." She hung up the phone and handed it back to Shawn.

"What the hell?" he asked.

"Just go along with me n this."

"How are we supposed to get Harold to your mom's house?"

"That's where you come in. Call my mom's hotel room, and pretend you're my dad. Say you need to talk. And then call the police and have them meet us at my house."

Shawn smiled. "You is talking loco and I like it."

Shawn called Susie's mom and convinced Sarah to meet him at her house. When he got off the phone, he said "That was slightly disturbing."

"Why?" asked Gus.

"She said she wanted to have a little fun after we talked."

Shawn shook his head and dialed the number to Lassiter's phone. He told him to meet the three of them at Susie's house.

When they pulled up, Susie pointed out the silver Mustang in a neighbor's driveway. Just then, Lassie pulled up. He, Juliet and the Chief got out and walked over to Shawn.

"Shawn, why are we here?" asked Juliet.

"Because I've solved the case," said Shawn. "With the help of Susie, who, it turns out, is not the murderer."

With that, he led Susie, Gus, Lassiter, Juliet, the Chief, and some extra police hands up the drive to the front door. He turned the knob, but it didn't budge. Susie came up and said "Shawn, let me see a credit card."

"Susie, now is not the time to go shopping."

"Now."

Shawn got his wallet out and handed his MasterCard to Susie. She bend down and picked the lock open in a matter of seconds. Handing the card back to Shawn, she turned to Lassiter. "Are you going to arrest me for breaking and entering again?"

Lassie opened his mouth, but shut it again when he saw the looks he was getting from everyone. "No," he grumbled.

Susie opened the door. The group was met with the sounds of an argument.

"You called me and said that you wanted me to come here," said Harold.

"Um, no, actually, you called me." said Sarah. For once, she wasn't yelling.

"Actually, we called you both," said Shawn, pointing his thumb at Susie. "But that's against the point."

"You?" asked Harold getting a lovely shade of red. "What kind of idea was that? What's wrong with you, anyway?"

"Sir, we've been trying to figure that out for two years," said Lassiter.

"Mr. Spencer, what's going on?" asked the Chief.

"I've solved the case," said Shawn. "And both culprits are in this room."

"Both?" asked Juliet.

"Yes," said Shawn. "The murders of all Mrs. Morrison's boyfriends were committed by none other than Mr. and Mrs. Morrison."

"What are you talking about?" said a flustered Sarah. "Harold and I are divorced."

"Yes, we know," said Shawn. "And I was caught up by that too. Until," he said, pulling the picture out of his pocket. "I found this hidden behind a picture of you and Bryant in your room."

Susie's parents looked at each other.

"So," Shawn continued. "If you're divorced, why would you still have this picture intact in a frame? Maybe because you still have feelings for each other?"

"Spencer, people get back together after divorces. It's not unnatural." said Lassiter.

"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, buddy?" asked Shawn.

Lassie looked like he wanted to hit Shawn. Shawn went on with his story.

"So, they have feelings for each other? Why no just get back together? Because they're greedy. So, they hatch a plan. Sarah would date guys with large bank accounts and then she and Harold would kill them and withdraw money from the accounts. But no one would notice, because all the guys died in 'freak accidents' and weren't found for a while."

Harold clenched his fists at his side.

"So," Shawn said. "You two had a pretty good system going on. Until Susie walked in and found Bryant. And that's when Sarah attacked Susie."

"You don't have any proof!" said Sarah.

"Not now, no. But as soon as we check both of your phone records to see that you two were in contact with each other and the bank accounts of the ex boyfriends we will."

"Harold and Sarah Morrison, you're under arrest for the murder of Bryant Richards and the assault of Susie Morrison." said detective Lassiter, moving forward with another officer to cuff the parents of Susie.

As they were being led out, Susie turned towards Shawn and Gus.

"Thank you, for everything." she said, giving them each a hug.

"It wasn't a problem," said Shawn.

Susie smiled and walked out towards the little blue car.

"I'm going to miss her," said Shawn. "What happens to her next?"

"She probably goes into the foster care system if they can't find any relatives that want her." said Gus.

"That's right, Mr. Gustor." said the Chief. Shawn turned around.

"How long until she goes into the system?" he asked.

"Well, we haven't found another relative or guardian. So, in three days time, she'll be logged into the system."

"What if I were her guardian?"

The Chief looked at Shawn. "Seriously, Mr. Spencer?"

Shawn nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I was kind of like her guardian the past couple of days, right?"

"It's up to Susie. If she wants to stay with you, then we have some forms at headquarters."

"Great!" Shawn said. He and Gus made their way to the car where Susie was waiting.

"Shawn, you're crazy." said Gus.

"Susie! Do you want to stay with me and Gus?" asked Shawn, ignoring his friend.

"What?" asked Susie.

"Yeah! You really did a great job on this case. We could use you as a part of the team."

"I… don't know, Shawn. I'll have to think about it."

"Okay… well… you have three days until you go into the foster care system," said Shawn.

"Yeah…. I know."

With that, Shawn, Gus and Susie got in the little blue car and drove away.