Henry rode to the hospital in the back of the ambulance. There wasn't actually enough room for both him and the two paramedics, but they didn't challenge him when he jumped in.

I wanted to force my way in, too, but I settled for riding with Juliet. She could get us to the hospital a lot faster with her siren blaring than I could in my Echo.

Her eyes were fixed steadily on the road as we sped down the highway, still trailing behind the ambulance. We didn't speak for the first six minutes, our minds too preoccupied with the unspoken fears and doubts still hanging between us to say anything. Her hands were still shaking, but her breathing had steadied.

Finally, she looked over at me, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears she was still fighting to hold back. "I'm sorry, Gus," she said quietly.

"Sorry?" I blinked in surprise. "For what?"

"I had him right there…at the station. We could have found Shawn hours ago, but I didn't see it. I didn't think the kid…" she paused, her words trailing off as her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "I didn't think he was a suspect."

I could already see where this was going. I tried to head it off, but she wasn't even listening to me. She didn't even know I was there.

"Jules--"

"Oh, God," she moaned. "I was smiling at him. He left Shawn to die, and I sat there smiling at him like an idiot while he lied to my face."

"Jules!" I cut her off, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't know. It's your job. You did everything you could."

She shook her head, sighing heavily. "I should have seen it sooner. I was at the scene. I saw the same beer cans you did. I had the same theft report. I just didn't make the connection. If he dies and a few hours could have saved his life…"

"It still won't be your fault," I interjected. "The kid could have come clean the first time. And you're the one who finally got him to confess."

She nodded slightly, but I could tell that wasn't much of a consolation.

"I wanted to punch him, Gus…" she murmured. "He's just a kid, but when he was telling me how he just dumped my friend's body in the woods and walked away, I wanted to punch him in the face."

"I wanted to put a bullet through his head," I told her honestly.

It sounded strange, confessing that out loud.

"I could have…" I continued, looking down at the car floor. "I thought about it. Before I called you, I wanted to track him down myself..."

She glanced over at me again, looking surprised by the revelation. "Why didn't you?"

I shrugged, still not sure of the answer myself.

Part of my still wanted to kill the kid.

"Because I didn't have to," I offered finally. "I knew I wasn't the only one looking for Shawn. I knew you had his back, too."