Disclaimer: The Terminator is not owned by me. But is hecka cool.

Thanks to Raych for the awesome inside info on waterpark cleaning! LOL :D

"Dude!" Shawn exclaimed as he and Gus moved back in to the park proper, "That's totally—"

"Not helpful at all?" Gus cut in. "Why would she kill her own father? Even for a murderer, that's pretty twisted."

Shawn sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. It just doesn't make sense. I know Josie had something to do with it. I just—"

"Can't prove it?"

Shawn pursed his lips, but nodded. "Exactly. I've gotta figure out what her angle is."

"Yeah, well, you have fun doing that. It's been exactly forty-five minutes, and I have to meet Leilani at the Ragin' Rapids," Gus said, and with a waggle of his fingers, took off.

Shawn made a face after him. "Fine. I guess I'll just solve this case all by myself."

The sun was at the horizon, casting long shadows over the park and from experience, Shawn knew that that meant they were about an hour away from closing. Most of the rides would start shutting down in less time than that. His best bet for solving this case was if he could do it within that window. To do that he needed to figure out Josie's motive. So the next best place to go for information was whoever had worked most closely with Robbie.

He sighed when he realized just who that would be.

Dillon.

The uptight supervisor was skimming vomit from the kiddie pool when he found him. Shawn opted to stay on dry ground. The kiddie pool was the one body of water on the grounds that he absolutely refused to enter. And with much sweet-talking and an almost ridiculous amount of puppy-dog pouts, he had managed to avoid that highly undesirable job for all of the two weeks he'd worked at the park. Which was impressive, considering the rest of his co-workers had been subjected to it's horrors at least twice a week. Dillon managed to look professionally revolted as he waded to the pool side and dumped the vomit into a specially marked bin.

"Hey, Dill, how's it goin'?" Shawn called, barely disguising his own disgust.

The look of death that Dillon fixed on him made it expressly clear that his avoidance of kiddie pool duty had not gone unnoticed. He smiled cheerfully. "Do you need something, Spencer?" Dillon grit. "Or are you here to relieve me?"

"Oh, no, I was actually on my way to the Slip Slides, but I actually had a few questions, and seeing as you're the senior supervisor, I thought you'd be the perfect person to ask," Shawn said, and flashed another winning smile. Dillon's eyes narrowed slightly.

He exhaled sharply, obviously not interested in answering, but his sense of duty was far better developed than Shawn's. "What questions?" he asked, grabbing the chlorine container sitting beside the vomit bin and beginning to deposit it in the general area where the vomit had been located.

"You usually help Robbie with cleaning the rides that are down, right?"

Dillon looked up, confusion written across his features. That, apparently, was not what he'd been expecting. "Yes... Yes, I usually help with that."

"What about today?" Shawn asked, and the genuine curiosity in his voice threw the supervisor.

"I...no. Not today. Robbie told me to come back and clean it tomorrow." At this he looked disgruntled. "I don't understand it. We do things the same way, every time, and now he changes it on me? Because of some secret meeting? So I have to come in early tomorrow? I mean, I work so hard and do I get a single thing from either Robbie or Bobbie? No. Never. Not even a, 'Hey, good job Dillon, have a day off!'"

Shawn's face pinched as he tried, very hard, to pay attention to the rant. But his patience waned rapidly. "Dill—seriously man. I don't think you have to worry about cleaning it tomorrow. Can we get back to the ride?"

Dillon's face took on the irritated cast again as he waded back to the pool edge. "What more do you want to know? I clean the attraction, Robbie lets his girlfriend have the first ride, then he rides and we all go on our merry way to..."

Shawn had stopped listening though. As casually as the information had tumbled from Dillon's lips, he had gotten it and now, the pieces of the case were snapping cleanly together.

"Great, 'kay, thanks, bye, Dillon!" he shouted and took off before the stunned man could say anymore.

"You like The Terminator? Seriously?"

Leilani snorted. "Do you know anyone who doesn't?"

Gus' head wavered slightly as he considered the validity of that point.

"DUDE!"

On either side of them, people began peeking over the railing to see who the voice was calling for. Gus grimaced, immediately recognizing it, even from thirty feet up. Leilani rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "I don't suppose you can just ignore him, can you?"

"DUDE! GUS! I know you can hear me!"

Gus sighed. "No, no, I can't."

"GUS!"

"WHAT, SHAWN?!" Gus snapped, turning to glare at him over the railing. He sort of wished he had something to chuck at his so-called best friend's head. With his luck he'd catch it though.

"Dude!" Shawn called up, "I need your help!"

"You need a lot of help, Shawn!"

Leilani's snicker only encouraged his obstinance.

"Gus! I'm serious! I think I figured it out!"

"Well good! Go tell Juliet and Lassiter!"

"Guuus! This could be a life or death situation!"

"I seriously doubt that, Shawn," he called peevishly down at him.

"GUS! I'm serious!" Shawn cried, his voice rising to a petulant high. "This is important!"

"No, Shawn! I am not getting out of this line! This is our last ride of the night!" He pulled back over the railing, determinedly ignoring the looks he was getting from the other people in the line. Shawn made a huffy noise and Gus knew he was standing there waiting to see if he was serious. After giving it a good two or three minutes, he peeked back over the railing.

Shawn was gone.

He lasted five whole minutes.

Gus cursed softly under his breath and heaved a world-weary sigh. He'd been dismissing Shawn all day long and he comes yelling about how he's solved the case and making a fuss and what does he do? Send him away again. Despite the fact that he was the reason he'd come in the first place. There was no way his conscience was going to let that go. No matter what he said "Bros Over Hos" had always been the rule. And while Shawn had broken that rule an innumerable amount of times, he had never done it when Gus really needed him. He cursed again and turned to Leilani.

"I have to go."

"After Shawn?" she said and he was surprised to see her smile.

"Yeah. I was supposed to come help him and if he says it's important then I really should go. I mean..." He shrugged. "You know. Brothers."

"He's not really a lifeguard, is he?" she guessed and Gus sighed.

"No. Not usually anyway. Look, I'm sorry I lied to you, but I didn't want to freak you out. Shawn and I are partners in a psychic detective's agency. Shawn was working an embezzling case here at the park and this morning his employer was murdered on one of the rides.

"He hates to sum up a case without an audience and I'm pretty sure he just broke this one wide open. I'm sorry, Leilani, I have to go find him. Call m—"

"Are you kidding me?" Leilani exclaimed. "I'm coming with you! This park just got about a hundred times cooler! And you just got about a hundred times sexier. You should have told me you were a detective."

Gus couldn't help grinning slightly at that. "Oh. Well in that case..."

Shawn bit his lip, debating his next move as he moved through the park back in the direction of the Twister, where he was hoping to find Lassiter and Juliet and with any luck, Clarice. He was 100 percent sure now that Josie had killed her father. And if the police thought that she was just another witness, she may have been released by now, which could definitely mean trouble for Clarice.

Speaking of which...

He spotted the subject of his thoughts pushing her way through the crowd, crying hysterically and shouting, "Anna?! Anna, answer me!? Anna!"

Speeding up slightly, he called, "Hey! Clarice! What's—"

"Shawn!" she cried, and his eyes widened as she threw herself into his arms, a fresh flood of tears engulfing her.

"Whoa, Clarice, what's wrong?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

Taking a few gulping breaths that gave him the impression that she had just surfaced after nearly drowning, she managed to sob, "It's Anna. Please, find Anna. My daughter, remember? I sent her to the kiddie pool with Tommy. But I just saw him and she's not with him, she's gone." Her eyes filled with tears and Shawn held up his hands as though that would protect him from the barrage of emotion. "Please."

"Okay," he said, "Sure, no problem. I'll go find her. I'll go get Anna. Just...relax, okay? Go find the detectives and be careful, okay?"

She nodded and he turned and hurried off, his stomach doing a nervous flip-flop. He had a niggling feeling that things were about to go very wrong.