"Are you sure this is the right place?" Gus asked, stepping out of the Blueberry.

"Yes, Gus," Shawn nodded. He took another sip of his smoothie as he looked up at the high-rise apartment building. "This is the address where I'm sensing we'll find James York."

His friend, who was toting an identical paper cup, gave him a look. "You don't sense things, Shawn. You and I both know that," he told him as he pitched his empty cup into the trash can outside the building.

"Whatever, party-pooper," Shawn shot back, disposing of his cup as well. "Yes, I may have seen it on a file in the office, but I can tell you with ninety-eight point seven percent certainty that this is where we'll find the younger Mr. York."

Shawn gave the doorman a friendly smile as the two friends made their way inside and to the elevator.

"Nice place," Gus observed, looking around the ornate foyer in admiration as they waited for the elevator doors to open.

"Very," Shawn agreed. "Ooh, look, those banisters are perfect for races! We'll have to take the stairs back down after we're done."

Gus gave him a look that was a mixture of horror and indignation as the elevator arrived on the ground floor, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard his friend's comment.

"Okay, maybe not," Shawn frowned. "Either way, you have to admit they look like fun."

"I don't have to do any such thing." Gus turned his back and strode into the waiting elevator.

They got off at the fifth floor and made their way down the quiet, well-lit hallway to James York's apartment.

James answered the door on the second knock. He looked between the two men on his doorstep and blinked in that confused way people do when they're trying to place a face that looks familiar. "Do I know either of you?"

"I don't believe so. My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my associate -"

"Burton Guster," Gus interrupted, extending a hand in greeting and ignoring Shawn's glare.

James shook Gus' hand. "Didn't I see you gentlemen at the FBI office yesterday?"

"Um, yes, yes you did," Shawn nodded. "We just have a few follow-up questions for you."

"Well then. Uh, won't you come in?" James stepped aside.

"We're fine. It'll just take a moment," Gus assured him.

"Mr. York, we heard you and your brother Roger were out at lunch when the bomb went off at your hotel," Shawn told him. "Is that true?"

"It is," James nodded. "Roger called me up that morning and asked if we could do lunch. I was a little surprised since we …. hadn't been on the best of terms recently."

Shawn raised an eyebrow. "So it was your brother's idea?"

"Mhmm. And he was really insistent that it had to be that afternoon, too. I didn't mind though; it was nice to finally get together with him without us fighting."

"So you would say your relationship is much better now?" Gus inquired.

"Well, we still have our ups and downs, but things are much friendlier between us." A phone rang from somewhere behind James. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get that," he told them.

"Of course. Thank you for your time," Gus nodded.

"One more quick question!" Shawn interrupted. "Do you know who is going to be doing the repair work on the hotel for you?"

"Probably my brother. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to answer my phone." James quickly shut the door.

Shawn smacked Gus on the arm. "Buddy! I think I know what happened! Roger York was upset with his brother for whatever reason, including the fact that his brother had used a different construction company to build his hotel. He waited and waited and plotted and plotted and finally came up with the perfect plan. Ooh! We have to get back to the office so I can have a vision for Don!" He hurried to push the down button on the elevator, then turned back to Gus with an excited look.

"Anyway, so Roger decides to have one of his ex-con employees bomb the hotel while he's at lunch with his brother. Perfect alibi and he can then profit from it if James decides to have him repair the place for him!"

"It would make sense," Gus nodded. "Only, we don't have any proof."

"Since when have I needed proof to have a vision?"

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"Gus! Gus, that's Monroe!" Shawn exclaimed from the passenger seat. They were passing a small, corner convenience store a few blocks from the FBI office, and Shawn was pointing at a figure entering the front door. "Gus! Pull over!"

"There's nowhere to park, Shawn."

"Then let me out and go find somewhere," Shawn insisted. "Come on; it might be important!"

"You don't know that, Shawn."

"I have a feeling, okay? Just stop for a second."

Gus sighed. "All right, fine. But you'd better not make a scene in there because I am not coming to your rescue if you get into any trouble."

"I promise," Shawn told him, opening his door as Gus braked to a halt.

Several horns blared behind them as Shawn jumped out of the passenger side of the car. He hurried towards the convenience store as Gus pulled away.

Monroe had already disappeared inside, so Shawn quickly pulled the door open and entered. The store was fairly empty. The bored-looking clerk behind the counter barely looked up as the bell rang before she went back to flipping through a tabloid magazine. The only other customers were a pair of young teens in the snack aisle.

Shawn glanced around for any sign of Monroe. The man was nowhere to be seen, but the swinging door to the back room was still slightly moving. With a glance at the clerk, Shawn made his way over to the door; she still appeared absorbed in her magazine, so Shawn pushed through it quickly.

The back room was eerily quiet, but Shawn caught sight of Monroe disappearing through the exit door. With another glance around the empty room, Shawn followed him.

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It had taken Gus a few minutes to find an empty parking place on the block, and he was definitely going to give Shawn some grief about making him walk so far over a gut feeling. They needed to get back to the office and let Don know about what they had uncovered that morning.

When he entered the convenience store, there was no one in sight besides the clerk behind the counter. Neither his friend nor Monroe were anywhere to be found.

Gus sighed and made his way up to the counter. "Excuse me, I'm looking for my friend. He came in here a few minutes ago."

The middle-aged woman, whose nametag identified her as Paulina, looked up from her magazine. "Honey, it ain't my job to watch anyone," she told him, smacking her gum.

"So you didn't see any men about my age come in here within the last five minutes?" Gus pressed. "My friend was wearing a green polo and jeans."

The woman didn't seem very happy with the interruption in her reading. "I mighta seen him. He headed towards the back, but I don't think he'da gone in our back room, since he doesn't work here."

"Okay, thanks. I'll, uh, I'll check the restrooms," Gus told her.

She just shrugged and flipped the page.

Gus headed towards the back of the store, a sinking feeling developing in his stomach. It would be just like Shawn to follow someone into an employees only area. With a glance at the clerk, Gus pushed through the door into the back room.

"Shawn? Shawn, you'd better not be hiding back here, because if you jump out at me, I will kill you."

There was no answer, but Gus' attention was drawn to the store's back door, which was hanging ajar, moving slightly as a wind pushed against it.

"Shawn," Gus groaned. He headed towards the door, just planning to glance around the alley to make sure his friend wasn't out there.

No one was in sight, and Gus was just about to turn back inside when a patch of green caught his eye. Gus' heart dropped into his stomach as he looked closer.

Shawn's iPhone was lying on the concrete next to the dumpster, but Shawn was nowhere to be found.