It was accidental. Really.
His father was the last person eighteen year old Shawn Spencer expected to pull him over.
After all, he'd been on his own for months before traveling back to Santa Barbara. He had been all over the world under all different guises. He lost his contract with the NSA after Kazakhstan (really, he was eighteen years old, and she had been really, really hot. It wasn't his fault he didn't want to kill her, smuggling state secrets or not). Ever since he'd been freelancing. Kazakhstan had been his only mistake... until now.
Of course his dad would catch him disposing a high powered rifle connected to a high profile assassination case. Normally, he didn't even use such mundane weapons, but his contact at the Pentagon had told him it needed to be obvious. A clear case. So much for that.
"Dad," Shawn whined as the officer frowned at the rifle in his hands. "Come on, I wasn't even speeding and it's modified for paintball. I was bringing it down to show Gus."
Henry sent his son a knowing look, surprised at how much his lying had improved. Although, examining the weapon further, it did appear to have been modified for paintball use. Well, whatever Shawn was involved with, he didn't want to know.
Last time he arrested Shawn, the kid didn't talk to him for over a year.
With a sigh, Henry relinquished the gun, having first memorized the serial number. Shawn may not tell him what this was about, but he might as well do some research, paintball gun or not.
Typing the number into the database, not expecting any results, Henry was shocked when a case popped up. Reading through the file, he felt his eyes widen.