Shawn and Gus were the messiest by far. Both their shirts were covered in dirt and their faces caked with sweat and mud. Lassie was standing next to them in utter annoyance as shawn once again attempted to put some on his face. Chief Vick walked into her office with Juliet right behind her just as Lassie slapped Shawns hand away once more.
"Catch me up Detective," said the Chief. She sat down in her chair and began rubbing her newly found migraine. Lassie was about to speak when Juliet interrupted him.
"Caucasian female. 28. Taken three days ago. Family never reported her missing because she was on vacation," said Juliet. She started to talk again when Lassiter interrupted her.
"Paramedics say she was bruised pretty badly around the neck but her lungs got the worst damage. She'll live though. CSI is going over the crime scene right now. I also talked to the caretaker, but he was at a family gathering all day," Lassie said quickly.
"Mr. Spencer are the spirits giving you anything useful?" asked the Chief.
"Yea just one thing." Shawn put his hand out like a claw and put his other hand to his head. He looked at gus and nodded his head in his direction to get Gus over.
"No, Shawn!" whispered Gus.
"Come on! Just do it." whispered Shawn. He extended his hand out once more.
"i said no!"
Lassiter, the Chief, and Juliet stared at the two as Shawn kept moving his hand and Gus kept swatting it away.
"Mr. Spencer! Today!" exclaimed the Chief. Shawn gave Gus a meaningful look. Gus glared at Shawn but lowered his body anyways. Shawn gave him a quick smile and put his claw-like-hand on top of Gus's head.
"I will now use Gus's magic head to tell the type of location she was held in," announced Shawn. Lassie rolled his eyes. Shawn began to go back in his memory of everything he noticed on her clothing. "I see annnn N! no wait, not an N! Gus come on! Work with me! It's a..., whew! Gus turn down your aura, it's clouding up my vision! A little more. A little more. O.k stop! I see it! It appears to be some kind of room. Hardwood floors, recently waxed. And there's feathers! feathers everywhere! And white bird poop ! Wait! O spirits, give me a name!" Shawn released his hand from Gus's head quickly like he touched something hot. "Gus, you should really work on containing your anger!" He began to shake his hand while blowing on his fingers. Gus just glared at him.
"Spencer, how the hell is that supposed to help?" asked Lassiter.
"Come on Lassie, think. Hardwood floors. That's a residential house. And it's probably near a large amount of birds. Maybe by the beach or a large park," said shawn matter-of-factly.
"That still doesn't get us any closer," said the Chief. "Spencer, i want you to talk to the other victims. See if you can get anything from them. Detective Lassiter, i want you to talk to the CSI's in quickening their search. Tell them to be thorough, and fast. This guy has tortured over six women in the past month. We need him off the streets. Juliet go with Lassiter." The two teams began to walk out of the office when Buzz came rushing in.
"Chief we got a problem," said Buzz.
"Can't it wait?" asked the Chief.
"It's about the case. The first victim was just found. Dead."