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The officer pulled up the carpet. "There's nothing here," he said. "There was some construction done on the convention center a few days before this convention. The workers probably just forgot to nail it down the rest of the way." He started to put it back in place when Shawn noticed something.
"Wait," he yelled, clutching his head. "Wait! There's something! Under the floor, it's under the floor!" He rushed to the edge of the wall, where he had seen the board that wasn't quite fitted back into place, and lifted it up.
"Oh, God," Emily said. The body looked as though it had been dead for about a day. Flies were circling around its cut throat, and a few of them flew towards the psychics when they were exposed. Shawn made a retching sound.
"It's Garret Wild," the officer said.
Shawn looked at him. "How do you know?"
"He's a palm reader down by the boardwalk. My wife goes to visit him once in a while. I'm going to go call for backup and an M.E." He walked out of the room.
Shawn looked away from the body and towards Emily. "It's funny that the police didn't notice those things."
"Well," Emily replied, "With the boards still down, the smell of the body was pretty much blocked and-"
"No," Shawn interrupted. "I mean the window, mostly. It was pretty noticeable, even for people without my kind of abilities."
"Our kind of abilities," Emily corrected him.
"I still think you're a fake," Shawn said honestly.
"That's alright, I'm not sure you're legit either." Then Emily's cell phone rang. "Hold on," she said to Shawn. She walked to the side of the room. Shawn tried to listen to the conversation. "Yes… yes, ok… oh, really? I will… goodbye." Emily hung up and walked back over to Shawn. "Sorry about that. My daughter wants me to bring something home from the store."
They began to walk out of the room when Emily suddenly looked at the floor. She squinted her eyes. "I'm… I'm seeing something. It… a woman. A jealous woman. An… M? M.D? A doctor? A criminal!" she calmed down and said, "Whoa."
Shawn looked at her skeptically. "What was that?"
Emily ignored him. "We should tell the police."
Shawn rolled his eyes but pulled out his phone. He dialed the police station. "Hello?" he said. "Jules! How are ya? What? Oh, yeah, we think the killer might be a doctor."
"A doctor," Juliet repeated. "I'll look at the records. See who is at the convention, if any of them are doctors. Lassiter or I will call if we find something. Bye Shawn." She hung up, and Shawn relayed the news.
"So what do we do now?"
"Wait, I guess," Shawn said.
"Well then, I think I'm going to get some lunch. Do you want to come?"
"No thanks," Shawn replied.
"Oh, come on," Emily said.
"I'm not hungry."
Emily sighed and left. Shawn walked into the main convention hall. He spoke to a few of the people wandering around. He asked them what they knew about the case. Not much. He asked them what they knew about Emily. Even less. Shawn thought that was strange. He figured that someone who would come from wherever she came from to go to a convention probably went to a lot of them, and yet this did not seem to be the case. No one knew who she was.
Then Shawn saw a familiar face walking into the convention hall. "Lassie!" he yelled. Lassiter looked startled. Shawn jogged over to him. "I thought you were going to call when you found something out?"
"I thought you were going to call if you found something?"
"I thought you were going to lunch with Emily."
"Why would you think that? Anyway, wouldn't that make it even less useful to come here to tell us, if we were out at lunch?" Shawn asked suspiciously.
Lassiter changed the subject. "What? Oh, yeah. Anyway, there are two doctors at the convention, only one of them is a woman. We're picking her up for questioning. Where is Emily, by the way?"
"Lunch," Shawn said shortly.
"Oh."
"What are you hiding, Lassie?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You are, you're hiding something, I can feel it." Lassiter rolled his eyes at this and turned away as Emily walked in to the convention center. Lassiter told her about the woman they picked up for questioning.
"Why don't we go back to the station," Emily asked. "We can talk to her too." Shawn agreed that this would be a good idea, and the three of them left for the police station.