Gus and Shawn were driving down a street in silence. Shawn was staring at the crossed out names on the list Daisy had given them. Two were female, five were males some between the ages of 26 and 42, and the last two were over 80. Using his deductive reasoning skills embedded into him by his father since he was seven, he had already crossed out the women and the elderly. he tried to think of a way to narrow it down some more but with only a name, number and address, he couldn't single out stopped the car making Shawn come out of his thinking trance and peer around at his surroundings, only to see the Psych logo peering down at him.

"Gus, what are you doing? We need to talk to these people," said Shawn pointing at his list.

"Uhh, i don't think so. There is no way i'm going to talk to a potential psychopath," said Gus emphasizing the Psychopath. "I have to get back to my real job anyways. This case is making me way behind on my rounds. You're on your own." He leaned over and unclicked Shawns seatbelt.

"Fine. I'll remember this next time you ask me for something. I was going to bring you back a pineapple smoothie next time i went but now you can forget about it!" He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Gus rolled down his window as he was pulling out.

"You owe me that smoothie shawn!I will get it!" He glared at shawn once more before taking off. Shawn was about to get on his motorcycle when he remembered Juliet. She would want to be apart of this. He quickly dialed her number and twenty minutes later, he was giving her direction to the first suspects house.

"How did you narrow it down to three people?" asked Juliet as she turned left again.

"Juliet, you know the answer to that." Shawn put his finger to his temple.

"Right. It still surprises me sometimes."

"It surprises me too. Speaking of surprises, i noticed a slight darkening in your hair color," Shawn smiled. Juliet was about to respond when he said "Oh, this is the place." They pulled up next to a large white house with green shutters. "It's not him. The next guy lives about 16 blocks from here."

"Wait. Why isn't it him?" asked juliet. She had just taken her seatbelt off.

"I can just feel it." Shawn had actually seen multiple toddler toys in the backyard and a horribly decorated living room. He was almost 100% sure that the guy would be too busy taken care of what looked like twins on his own to go around killing women. Juliet looked skeptical but put the car back in drive anyways.

The next place was more promising. A disheveled apartment building filled with what society would call outcasts. They knocked on number 15's apartment door but didn't receive an answer. As they turned to walk away, Shawn peered through a small crack between the curtains and noticed a stack of boxes from a largegrocery outlet called Frafton and Briggs. Juliet had kept walking and Shawn hadn't noticed that she was talking as well. He turned back towards her and caught up.

"So where does the next guy live?" asked Juliet.

"Uhh, i feel like pineapple. Care to join me?" said Shawn as he entered the car trying to give her his most flirtatious smile.

"Shawn, i don't think now is the right time to cure your endless cravings for pineapple," said Juliet. Don't lose faith in him now Juliet. Not when he's the only one helping you. UGH! Why does he have to act so immature sometimes!

"Now's the perfect time actually. The spirits are pulling my taste buds in THAT direction!" He pointed out her window. "They say the killer is that way!"

"Killer? Are you saying he's forcing these girls to commit suicide?" She immediately though of Tammy. "And are sure you want to get pineapple right now? Were in the middle of an investigation."

"Yes to both. Hes forcing them to commit suicide and he just so happens to work at a place that sells the best fruit in the world in canned form." Juliet was getting less and less persuaded every time he opened his mouth but his eyes told her he was to determined to let her change his mind. She sighed her defeat and pulled out of the parking lot and turned left.

"So hows Tammy?" asked Shawn.

"Shes doing okay. She still has nightmares though. We had a girls night and thats why i dyed my hair. just for fun. I'm going to change it back once she leaves tomorrow. Is that the place?" she pointed at a Frafton and Briggs building. Shawn put his hand to his temple and nodded. They pulled in and walked into the building.

After talking to a rather grumpy employee they found him in the storage room stacking boxes of canned goods. He was tall with a medium build and light blonde hair above hazy blue eyes. Shawn was about to speak when Juliet interrupted him.

"Mr. Frafton?" He stopped stacking boxes and nodded his head. "Were from the Santa Barbara police department. I'm detective Juliet O'Hara and this is my associate Shawn Spencer. Can we ask you a few questions?" He nodded again. Shawn tried to speak but Juliet interrupted again. "Where were you two nights ago?" The man opened his mouth to speak but paused midway giving Juliet an odd stare before continuing. Shawn stopped trying to speak as he watched the strange man in front of him.

"Home asleep. Why do you need to know? Am i in trouble or something?" He took his eyes off of her and began stacking boxes again.

"Not at the moment. Do you live alone?" He nodded again.

"My mother passed away two months ago." That glare he gave Juliet really crept Shawn out. He began tugging at Juliets elbow only to have her shoo him away.

"I'm sorry for your loss," she said moving away from Shawn. Whats his problem?

"Well, that's it for now. Thanks for your time," exasperated Shawn as he pulled Juliet away with him. She freed from his grasp and turned back to Mr. Frafton.

"We will stay in contact. Don't leave the city." She turned around and walked out with Shawn. Once in the car she turned to him. "What was that all about?" She had just about had it with him today.

"I'm almost 80% sure that we just talked to our killer. No, it's more like 90.36% sure. Okay more like 98.56% give or take."

"But we don't have any evidence. We might be able to get a warrant to search his apartment if we can connect him to the case. I just don't see how." Shawn sighed his agreement. If they were going to catch this psycho before he hurt anyone else, they were going to have to keep an eye on this guy. And if the police wouldn't help, then he would just have to do it himself. And by himself, he means himself and Gus.

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Craig Frafton waved goodbye to the detectives leaving in a hurry. There was something about that guy that irked him but he had no time to stop and think about that right now. It was time to set his sister free and help another one. And he knew exactly who should be next.