I slammed the door as I got back into the car, startling Henry, who had been staring blankly out the window.

"What did you find out?" he demanded, almost before I had a chance to buckle my seatbelt. "Is he the guy or not?"

"I don't know," I muttered, still seething with bitter rage, seeing that smile plastered across Juliet's face in my mind.

Why was that smile bugging me so much?

"What the hell do you mean you don't know?" Henry snapped impatiently. "For God's sake, what were you doing in there? You didn't even come back with a file!"

"I know I didn't come back with a file!" I shouted right back at him, pulling the crumpled report out of my pocket and throwing it at him. "The one other person who was supposed to give a damn Shawn's missing was too busy tracking down stolen cars!"

That was when it struck me.

I knew what was bothering me about seeing Juliet smile like that when she was supposed to be looking for Shawn.

She and Shawn had spent years flirting when they thought no one was looking, almost as if it was something to be ashamed of. Usually, I pretended not to notice, unless I was giving Shawn a hard time about it…but I had always assumed that somewhere underneath all the joking and coy sideways glances, there was something there.

That she really cared about him.

That she would have his back when I couldn't.

That she wouldn't be smiling the day she found his bike smashed to bits.

"Stolen car?" Henry murmured, ripping me from my revelation as he caught the report, smoothing it out against the dashboard. He raised an eyebrow as he quickly scanned it over. "An Impala? Who the hell would want to steal an Impala?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, my anger slowly subsiding. "Some kid doesn't know what a lock is. It was stolen a few miles up the road from where Shawn's bike was found. Juliet thought whoever stole it might have used it to run him down. She was following up the lead. I didn't even get a chance to tell her about Chapman."

Henry shook his head, crumpling the paper again and throwing it onto the floor of my car. "It's a dead end. Hitting him must have been a crime of opportunity. They couldn't have known Shawn would be riding his bike on that road at that time. He wasn't supposed to be there. They had to have been following him and taken their chance when they saw it. They couldn't have planned it far enough ahead to steal a car."

I glanced over at him, really only hearing one thing he said. "What do you mean he wasn't supposed to be there?" I asked, knowing it meant something.

This was Henry.

Everything meant something.

He stiffened, but didn't answer right away.

"Where was he supposed to be?" I pressed on, not about to let the issue drop that easily.

He sighed, his eyes growing faraway again as he stared out the window. "He wasn't supposed to be riding his bike," he said finally. "He was supposed to be having dinner at my house…but I canceled."

I blinked in surprise.

Shawn hadn't told me that.

"You what?"

"I canceled," he repeated, his voice low but suddenly more pained than angry. "At the last minute. My back was acting up…and I knew he didn't want to come, anyway…and I just didn't want to deal with…" He paused, searching for the right word to complete his thought. "…it. I just didn't feel like dealing with it, Gus. So I told him not to come. And he didn't even argue with me. First time in the kid's life he didn't fight me tooth and nail."

I opened my mouth to say something, even though I had absolutely no idea what to say, but my phone rang before I could even try.

"Gus!" Juliet spoke on the other end as soon as I picked up, not even letting me get a word out before jumping right in. "That file you dropped on the floor! Chapman! Why didn't you tell me you had a lead?"

"I--" I began to explain, but she wasn't really interested.

"I pulled his record, Gus!" she pressed on, her voice rising excitedly.

She had something.

"What about it?" I asked, already feeling my pulse starting to quicken.

"And that arrest he had for assault on his boss…it wasn't just a fight. He tried to run him over with his car." She told me. "But it was dark and he missed…the DA couldn't prove it wasn't just an accident, so they pled down to simple assault."

"He tried to hit his boss with a car?" I repeated, glancing at Henry out of the corner of my eye.

His head lifted, his eyes suddenly alert and focused again.

"Yeah…" she confirmed, then hesitated for a moment.

When she spoke again, the excitement was completely gone from her tone.

"I was doing my job, Gus," she said quietly. "I was smiling because it's my job. I can't scowl and shout at every victim just because I'm having the worst day of my life. But that doesn't mean--"

"I know, Jules." I cut her off, honestly meaning it. "I know it doesn't."

There was another pause on the line.

"I puked, Gus," she said finally. I could hear the exhaustion in her voice now, the fear.

Why hadn't I heard it before?

Why hadn't I seen it before?

"You what?"

"I puked…at the scene. When I saw his bike. I've never done that before. Ever. Not even when I was a rookie…so if you think I don't care--"

"I don't think that, Jules," I assured her, suddenly feeling guilty for not seeing it earlier. "I'm sorry. I just…"

Now it was my turn to hesitate.

"I know," she mumbled, saving me having to actually say it. "Me, too. I'm going to pick up Chapman and bring him in for questioning. I'll call you when I know more. We're going to find him, Gus. He's going to be okay."

"I know."

I hung up and turned to Henry, who was watching me with rapt attention.

"Is he the guy?" he growled, any emotion other than pure rage completely banished from his face now.

"Yeah," I nodded. "He's the guy."