Another chapter.
For the second time since working for the SBPD, Shawn found himself sitting on the wrong side of the interrogation room. This time, though, he knew that he was free to get up and walk away.
"You received the tape in the mail?" Lassiter asked, all business. The psychic was thankful for that. It helped soothe his nerves in a strange way.
"Yes," he replied.
"When did it arrive?"
"This morning."
Juliet chose this moment to speak up. "Have you received any of these tapes before?"
"No."
"Do you have any clue who would do this?"
Shawn shook his head before remembering the tape recorder. "No," he responded before pausing to wonder if he should continue.
Lassiter noticed this immediately. "What is it, Spencer?"
The psychic hesitated for a few more moments before answering. "I think this is only the beginning. There will most likely be more murders."
"Why do you say that?" Juliet asked.
"The wounds on the boy's face," Shawn explained, "They seem to be an identifying mark. They were made so that we'll recognized his handiwork."
The silence that followed told him that the police had already caught on.
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