Chapter 21
Mia sat with her coffee resting in the heated cup, and ran her hands over the lip of the cup.
"So, do you really think the car is the key to the case?" Mia asked.
"No," Shawn said.
"No?" Gus raised his eyebrows.
"No, I believe the car key is the key to the case," Shawn mused.
"Why do you believe that," Mia asked in an absent-minded state.
"Someone dumped his body in his car, therefore….Billie was killed before he was in the car, therefore, whoever put him in there had a copy of his keys, and based off of what you've told us…only a few people had copies of the key," Shawn said breezily.
"Yeah, but couldn't they have loaned them out?" Mia suggested.
"Yeah, 'here take my friend's car keys, it's broke down but take it anyway," Shawn mocked, "And they would have remembered loaning them out".
"Just a suggestion," Mia stated.
A knock on the door made all three's heads turn towards the door.
"I got it," Mia said getting up.
Mia turned the door knob and opened the door slowly.
As Mia saw he detective standing in front of her she sighed, "time to wake up".
"Excuse me?" Lassiter said.
"What?"Mia asked.
"What?" Lassiter repeated.
"Huh?" Mia said.
"Enough," Juliet chimed in.
"Thank you," Mia mouthed to her.
"If you're looking for Tweedledee and Tweedledum, their inside," Mia nodded.
As Juliet and Lassiter walked into the apartment, they saw Shawn sipping from a red coffee cup.
"Something important on your plate?" Juliet repeated.
"Yes, as you can see I have these delicious white chocolate and walnut cookies on my plate," Shawn pointed put.
"I'd say that qualifies as more that important," Gus added.
"Cookies don't qualify as more important than solving a murder," Lassiter snapped.
Mia turned around, clearly offended by the statement.
"My cookies are," Mia said putting her hands on her hips.
Lassiter opened his mouth to speak, but Mia had shoved a cookie in his mouth before his words could come out.
As Lassiter's eyes widened at the food Mia forced on him, Mia smirked, "chew".
Lassiter did as he was told and simply said, "There fine".
When no one was looking, he secretly snuck a few more cookies in his pocket.
"Shawn, Lassiter and I have a theory. We believe that Mrs. Krandall may have been involved in her son's death," Juliet spoke slowly.
Shawn stared back at her blankly, like a six year old staring at their teacher.
"And?" Shawn questioned.
"And…did the spirits happen to give you any…hints…towards the case," Juliet gritted her teeth.
Shawn smiled, "you have no idea what to do".
"I didn't say that!" Juliet said nonchalantly.
"Fine, the spirits need to see Mrs. Krandall in order to draw any conclusions about her," Shawn breezed.