A/N: Here it is, chapter 4. It took a rather unexpected turn... but I think I've got the next three chapters figured out well enough to get them up soon. Enjoy. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. Quotes are from A Tale Of Two Cities

Chapter 4

"…when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet…"

"It was in his desk," Juliet said as she led Shawn through the building to Lassiter's desk. "One of the side drawers, I don't remember which." Shawn stopped next to the desk and closed his eyes. He placed his fingers on his temples and rubbed them slowly and methodically; when his eyes shot open Juliet leaned towards him with interest.

"It's empty," he said, lowering his hands.

"How could you know that?" Juliet asked. She moved around him and carefully opened each of the drawers in Lassiter's desk. They were all full of neatly piled papers except one, that one was completely empty. There was no sign of Lassiter's black book anywhere.

"It must be somewhere," Gus offered. "Maybe at his house?"

"Why didn't Shawn pick it up before?" Juliet asked. For the first time her voice betrayed an element of disbelief in Shawn's ability.

"The, uh, the spirits weren't looking for it before," Shawn said. "Let's go back, see if they can find it.

"All right," Juliet conceded with a small sigh.

.-.-.-.

They looked everywhere. In the Kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the basement, the closets, the bedroom, and even in the bathroom; but they didn't find anything. After all of their searching, they stood forlornly in the front hallway. None of them wanted to leave and give up, but they knew that if they stayed it would simply be a waste of time.

Juliet gazed at the wide expanse of the rooms in her sightline and tried to imagine how Lassiter could stand living there all alone. Gus surveyed the hallway and wondered why he let Shawn talk him into another wild goose chase. And all the while Shawn stood racking his brain, trying to decide where he would put that little black book if he were Carlton Lassiter.

"His car!" Shawn exclaimed, not bothering to go through his normal show of having a psychic vision. "Get his keys, in case the glove compartment's locked." Shawn yanked the door open and rushed outside, Gus and Juliet on his heels. He quickly pulled the car door open and dove inside, and he tugged at the Glove box. It was locked. He held out his hand and Juliet placed the set of keys she had borrowed from evidence into his hand.

"Shawn, how can you be so sure?" Gus asked, looking nervously down the street and hoping that Lassiter didn't have nosy neighbors.

"I had a vision," Shawn said, sliding out of the car and brandishing the black book under Gus's nose. Juliet reached for it, but Shawn pulled it back. "I need this to, uh, get a proper vision."

"All right!" Juliet said as Gus rolled his eyes. Juliet left them to return to the station and inform Chief Vick of Shawn's discovery and assure her that he was bringing it in.

"We do not have time for your stupid psychic crap, Shawn," Gus said as they climbed into his car. Shawn sighed and started flipping through the book.

"Don't you get it, Gus? If I don't have the little black book, then I can't find Lassy-face."

"And what makes you think the police wouldn't be able to find him if they had the little black book?"

"They would," Shawn said, rolling down his window and letting the breeze blow through his hair. "It would just take them a little longer."

.-.-.-.

Carlton blinked his eyes open and found his vision obscured by what he thought was sweat. He tried to shake the drops from his eyelids and a few fell down onto his pants and his shirt. Bright red drops against the light blue of his suite shirt. He stopped shaking his head as the pain caught up with the blood, a pulsating pressure in his temple accompanied by the sticky, half dried blood caking his hair and skin.

"He's up!" he heard Caleb call, and both men appeared before him.

"They'll never find you, lovie, you best give up hope," Kasey sneered. Carlton did his best to look tough, a difficult thing to do with his head bashed in and his hands tied behind his back.

"Did you need to hit me?" he asked, trying to sound menacing instead of whiney. Kasey laughed.

"You make a lot of noise when you're sleepin'," Caleb said.

"Somethin' about Shawn Spencer?" Kasey added, and Carlton swore that his heart stopped beating. Apparently Carlton's nervousness showed, because Caleb and Kasey both started to laugh. Carlton let his eyes slip closed and his head fall to his chest, guilt rose up in his stomach as the thought of what they would do to Shawn if they ever found out more than just his name.

"He's that psychic, ain't he?" Caleb queried. "The one who works with the police." Kasey let out a slow, cold laugh and Carlton felt the guilt rise even higher.

"We can't have a psychic mussin' up the works, can we, Cal?" Kasey asked. Nothing else was said, but Carlton knew that Caleb had left. Carlton opened his eyes and gazed down at his pants, it was better than the images of Shawn being hurt because of him. He felt tears dripping from his eyes and he did nothing to stop them.

.-.-.-.

"Anything?" Gus asked, tossing a ball against the wall and catching it. He repeated this exercise and ignored Shawn's glare of frustration at the noise.

"Well, there're about twenty people who live in the area that has the kind of soil we found in Lassy-face's house," Shawn replied. "Lucky for us, five are back in prison."

"Only five? Shawn, that gives us fifteen people to check," Gus said. "There're only two of us!"

"Au contraire monsieur," Shawn said, shaking his finger at Gus. "There's me, you, dad, Juliet, and anyone else the police will provide."

"Your father?" Gus queried incredulously. "You honestly think your dad's going to help us with this?"

"Only one way to find out," Shawn said, standing up and grabbing Gus's keys before quickly heading out the door. Gus groaned, but he stood and went to follow Shawn. Just as he reached the door, however, he found it blocked by a tall, skinny man with a rather ugly face.

"Hello Mr. Spencer," the man said before he proceeded to punch Gus in the side of the head. The room went black as Gus felt his head collide with the floor.

Outside, Shawn gave Gus five minutes before he drove off without him, heading towards his father's house. He hoped that Henry Spencer would put aside his lessons and his disappointment long enough to help find a cop.