"He didn't do it. I don't care what you say, he didn't do it. You have his alibi for Christ's sake!" the woman said those words with so much 'til the point that it was blatantly clear she'd defend him to death.
Shawn and Gus stood in the living room of Charlie's house. They went back to find out how exactly was he linked to the case, since it was quite obvious he was.
"We understand that Miss." Gus said trying to calm her down. "We were just asking if you have any idea how you're husband could've been linked to the murder."
"Wasn't he cleared already?" Her tone was abrupt and cut. She really had had enough of this. It was crap, that's what it was. Her husband was completely innocent. He wasn't capable of murder, maybe other things, things she preferred forgotten but not that, never murder.
"Mrs. Buckner your husband's letter opener was found to be the murder weapon."
A look of sheer horror and shock leapt to her face this could not be happening. It was all her fault she was sure of it. She contemplated whether or not she should tell the psychic and his colleague about it. If she told them her husband would be free, but on the other hand if word got around what her husband was doing, his image would be tainted.
"Are you sure that it was my husband's letter opener?"
"It had his fingerprints on it, plus there's one identical to it on the kitchen table."
She looked on Shawn flabbergasted. How could he have known that? They had just whisked past the kitchen. There was no way he could've seen that.
"I know this looks bad, but he didn't do it. Did you ever think of the possibility that he was being framed?"
"Do you know who might've done it?" Gus asked
"Well, no." She shifted awkwardly.
She obviously knew something but wasn't saying.
"I sense that you know more on this than you're letting on."
"Well my husband you see, he was…he was having an affair…I don't know maybe he cut things off with her and--"
Gus cut her off, "Why didn't you say something from the start?"
"I…I don't know okay I just wanted him to come home! All I can say he didn't do it's…It's that woman whoever she is that did it."
"So you don't know who it was?"
"No! Now can you please leave? You have your information."
"Damn!" Shawn cursed underneath his breath as he shook the doorknob to Charlie's office. "It's locked."
"Maybe we can get in from the outside."
"I can't believe you Gus."
"What?" He asked clearly oblivious to what Shawn was talking about.
"You dismissed my 'let's enter from outside plan' and then now you take it up."
"Shawn you did no have a 'let's enter from the outside plan' you had a 'let's shimmy our way through the vents plan' which was completely unnecessary."
"Ye but it was funner."
"There's no such word as funner Shawn."
"Hey guys need any help?"
Shawn turned around. "Juliet what are you--"
"Charlie's a suspect to the case right?
"How did you find out about that?"
"I work at the SBPD don't I?
"Don't you know you should never answer a question with another question?"
"Where did it say that?"
"You're not supposed to be--"
"If I managed to convince the Chief that I'm okay with this, can't you believe me too?"
Shawn looked over to Gus hoping to get some help from him, but all he got was an 'you're on your own' look from him.
She looked at him her eyes somewhat pleading with his to let her in on this. She had to do this. She wasn't one to wait a sit around, and now when her brother was dead, they all expected her to just sit an wait she couldn't do that.
"Alright."
A slight smile crept to her face as she made her way to the door. She took out a hair pin and started fumbling with the lock, pretty soon a clicking noise was heard.
Shawn raised his eyebrows, "You can pick locks."
"Among other things."
As they entered the office Juliet let out a small gasp and for good reason too. Sitting on his chair, was Charlie in a blood soaked shirt.
well that was it ... I have about 2 more chapters left of it...whoever's readin ;)
