CHPTR 7-psych
Carlton had pulled over at a gas station after 12 straight hours of driving. Funky town played from Shawn's pocket. Shawn pulled out his phone and checked the caller ID. It was an old friend that was living in Virginia last time he checked. Maybe he could convince Lassy to swing by and meet up.
"Hello, you've reached the corporate offices of death, pestilence, war, and famine, four horsemen of the apocalypse. How can we destroy your world today?" Shawn answered in a falsetto secretary voice."
"Hey Shawn, its Tony. Just wanted to see how it's going' Tony sounded relaxed but Shawn had known him long enough to know something was up.
"Hey Tony. Good thing you called. I want to give you a heads up that I am going to be in the area and wanted to see if you wanted to hang out?"
"oh I'm not in D.C. any more, I've sort of quit." Shawn could hear the wince.
"It's okay, I was heading to Roanoke and there was no guarantee that I would be swinging your way anyway."
"Roanoke? That's where I am. Why you headed hear?"
"The love of my life needs to identify a body and I'm going for moral support." Shawn blushed lightly.
"ohhh that cop you talk about all the time?"
"I don't talk about him that much. I've got to go, he'll be back soon, see you when I get there. And then we can talk about this quitting thing." Before he hung up he heard Tony groan on the other end.
A loud cough came from behind him. Shawn spun around to see a very aggravated head detective.
"Spencer! I will not have you treating me like guster! You are not to introduce me as the love of your life or anything else or I will leave you there! Are we clear?" Shawn nodded. Of course the man would focus on that and not what he meant by it.