I stood outside Mrs. Brady's house, O'Hara slapping cuffs on Mike, the knife in the dishwasher with specs of blood still on it. Guster was standing next to the Blue Echo looking bored and nervous at the same time.

I turned to Spencer who had ended up about four feet from me in the front yard, "I had a talk with your father."

"Alright," he replied confused at my statement.

"I talked to him last night after I heard you and Gus talking." Now he looked more confused, "I heard you admit that you weren't psychic." His eyes doubled in size but he tried to look calm.

"What? Lassa-frass we both know that I'm psychic."

"So I went and talked to your dad, he explained everything. I'm not going to turn you in."

Now the surprise wasn't suppressed as he looked at me with confusion, "Wait you…" he brought his voice down to a whisper, "know I'm not psychic and you're not going to turn me in?"

"No, but you have to tell me what's going on from now on. No more of these secret break-ins or anything."

"So do you want to come with us to visit Despereaux?" he asked curiously.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"We're good friends, his birthday is Thursday. I baked him a cake with a nail file in it if you want to come. You'll have to wear a little cone hat though."

"Nevermind, I don't really need to have anything to do with you solving cases," I muttered before going to make sure that everything was all set before heading back to the station.