Shawn's apartment was quiet, too quiet for the psychic detective to be home. Lassiter made himself comfortable on the stairs outside Shawn's door and waited. He waited for hours. When his watch read 10:30 he finally decided waiting wasn't going to cut it anymore. Gus would be a reliable source of information, right? This wasn't the first time Lassiter had found having Guster's number helpful, never like this, though, and he quickly found the right number in his contacts list.
"Hello."
"Hi, Guster. Um, this is Detective Lassiter."
"Oh, umm, shouldn't you be at home?" That was a strange thing to ask, Lassiter shook off the question.
"Um, actually…Gus, I'm outside Shawn's apartment. I need to talk with him. He hasn't been home tonight so I figured he must be out with you, and… you know I wouldn't normally ask a favor of you but…Is there any way you can get him home soon?"
Gus didn't answer. He was quiet for a moment but then let out a loud laugh.
"I fail to see what is so funny about this situation, Guster, and I thought you might be more supportive this whole thing!" Lassiter was getting very defensive, it had taken a fair amount of nerves to confine this much in Guster as it was.
"No, No, sorry, I didn't mean it like that, Lassiter. You see, Shawn isn't with me, he's actually been waiting for you, at your house, since 7."
"Since 7! That was almost 4 hours ago!"
"I know, you better hurry, detective. "
Lassiter was already on his way out of the building, "Thanks, Guster, Bye."
"Good luck."