Did I mention that I don't own Dippin' Dots? Cause I don't.

We're getting into the srs case stuff now. Hopefully it'll all make sense when it's over, and I haven't forgotten any details or anything. XDDDD

Happy reading!

Gus grinned as Leilani laughed. This was probably the singularly best half-day he'd had in weeks. The sun was setting and casting the whole park in an array of beautiful reds and oranges, he'd actually managed to talk Shawn in to leaving him be (for the most part) while working on a case, he'd spent time with an extremely beautiful and intelligent woman, and he'd gotten free tickets to a waterpark. It was really too good to be true.

"Which flavor would you like?" he asked as they stepped up to the Dippin' Dots stand.

Leilani smiled. "Chocolate please."

Gus turned as they reached the front of the line and jerked sharply when the clerk straightened up. "Shawn!" he exclaimed.

Shawn grinned. "Dude! We totally found the—"

"Shhh!" Gus hissed, forcing a hand over Shawn's mouth. He glanced back at Leilani and she rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "I know, I know, I'll go over there."

"Thank you," Gus said apologetically and when she had moved out of earshot hissed, "I'm going to kill you Shawn! She's going to think there's something wrong with me!"

"Dude, if she knows about your unhealthy obsession with sci-fi and hasn't run away screaming yet, I doubt a few shifty-looking conversations with your best friend are going to chase her away." He handed him two cups of chocolate Dippin' Dots and nodded to the tall, lanky guy Gus hadn't even noticed standing behind him. "Thanks Timmy."

He grinned and said, "No problem, Shawn."

The two traded places and Shawn slipped out of the stand, gesturing for Gus to follow him. "The murder weapon was in the garbage can."

Gus frowned. "You told me that over an hour ago, Shawn."

"Yeah, but I was guessing then. It really was there!"

"That's nice Shawn. Do you have a point? These Dippin' Dots are melting as we speak, and they're not nearly as good when they don't stick to your tongue," he said, looking unimpressed by Shawn's accomplishment.

"I need you to come with me to the main office and be my lookout. I've gotta get in there and see if I can find her on the tapes from the main gate," he said.

"No way, Shawn." Gus shook his head firmly. "I'm not doing it."

"Gus! Come on! If I can find her there then maybe I can figure out when she bought her ticket and get her full name! There's gotta be a reason that girl killed Robbie. You don't come up with an elaborate death-trap for just anyone and I can't just go to the cops with 'the spirits told me she did it'! Come on! It'll take half an hour."

"Or three," Gus muttered. With a heavy sigh he said, "Fine. You get forty-five minutes, then I'm getting back to my day. The park'll be closing in a couple of hours, Shawn!"

"I can get you and Leilani on any ride you want, after hours."

Gus thrust a hand out. "Deal."

Shawn explained as they moved through the park, Gus having given Leilani her Dippin' Dots and received the okay to go ahead and follow Shawn—she had to check in with her own brood anyhow.

"I'm positive Josie had something to do with Robbie's death. I just don't know why. We have to figure out what connection they have."

"You're sure she doesn't work here?" Gus said.

Shawn shot him a look. "I'm sure. I was investigating for embezzlement, Gus. I've seen every employee this park has."

Gus shot him his own I was just checking look. They slowed as they neared the main office, hidden behind several cleverly placed planters. "Are you allowed in here, Shawn?" he asked, voice dropping to a whisper.

Shawn's responding whisper was not reassuring. "Well, not exactly, but I have a key so—"

Gus shook his head. "I don't even want to know."

"Don't ask, don't tell. That's a good policy Gus." The pair took several surreptitious looks around as they crept up to the door and when they were sure no one was following and/or watching them, Shawn slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open. "There are only about four people who have keys to this office," Shawn informed him in a low voice as Gus closed the door quietly behind them. "I'm not supposed to, but Robbie always left his lying around." He shrugged. "He wanted me to have a key."

Gus snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what that meant."

Shawn pushed open another door to their left and they strode through, Gus grunting in surprise when he plowed into Shawn's suddenly motionless form.

"Bobbie!"

The man bent over one of the consoles scribbling on a sheet of paper jerked and looked up, startled.

Bobbie Grinsley was a slightly pudgy dark haired man in thick glasses and a pair of slacks and a short sleeved collared shirt, complete with pocket protector and pens, despite the fact that he worked in a waterpark. His pale skin too defied his surroundings. He squinted at them, brow furrowing. "Shawn? How did you get a key?"

"Uh, Robbie gave me one," Shawn lied.

Bobbie's expression of confusion faded into one of annoyance. "Damn him. Never mentions anything to me, just because I—"

"Dude, the police are crawling all over the place looking for you," Shawn interrupted the monologue in the making. "Where have you been?"

Bobbie suddenly looked apprehensive, pushing his glasses up his nose despite the fact that they didn't need to be moved. "They are? Why? What's going on? I've been busy running all over dealing with problems." His expression became resentful. "Robbie totally dropped off radar, I've been doing everything myself. I don't need this..."

Shawn and Gus shared a look and then Shawn said in a more subdued voice, "That's why the police are here Bobbie. Robbie's dead."

Bobbie's face went white, and both Shawn and Gus immediately reached for his arms as he swayed sharply to one side. "He's what...?" Bobbie said faintly.

"He's dead," Shawn repeated gently. "Someone booby trapped the Twister and he was testing it out today. I guess it was fixed this morning."

"Oh...oh... Wh...when?"

"Just before eleven."

"Oh..." Bobbie muttered again and then, mostly to himself, "The lockers..."

Shawn and Gus glanced at one another again. "Uh...what?" Shawn asked.

Bobbie shook himself slightly and said, "Someone spilled a bottle of soda in one of the top lockers this morning. Security called me to the lockers at ten till eleven and the woman who was renting the locker below that screamed at me for twenty minutes straight. I can't believe that's when..."

"Uh, Bob, I don't mean to be harsh, but you seem to be taking this awfully well," Shawn said.

Bobbie huffed, the color slowly leeching back into his cheeks. "Why wouldn't I? Robbie was my brother, but he was a complete jerk to me and everyone else for that matter. He was a paranoid, manipulative bastard." He snorted and then the corner of his mouth twitched. "So he's really dead?"

"Oh, we're fairly sure," Shawn replied.

Bobbie sighed, tension leaking from his frame and he actually smiled when he said, "I'm finally going to be able to get outta this place."

"That's great Bob. But it would probably be better if you kept stuff like that to yourself until we find the killer. I believe you, but the police might not. And in a segue the likes of which you've never seen, I don't suppose you might have any idea who 'Josie' is, do you?"

"His daughter?"

"I thought her name was Anna," Shawn said, frowning.

Bobbie let out a wry half-laugh. "No, not her. His other daughter."

Shawn's eyebrows shot upward and he and Gus exchanged a look. "Other daughter?" Gus said.

"Yeah, the non-bastard child. Dark-haired girl in her twenties. Name's Josie. Sweet girl. A little socially awkward, but sweet. She helps us with the paperwork sometimes after hours." He glanced between the two of them. "You guys didn't know about her?"