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Shawn fidgeted as he, Gus, Lassie and his father went over the files from the other stations on the death of their officers. There were five deaths from five separate stations all of them had been kill in a different way but they all had something to do with green.
Officer Jenkins, the first murdered by the psychopathic serial killer, had been strangled with a green rope. Detective Piercens had been electrocuted with a heavy green extension cord that ran from the transformer outside his house to his coffee maker. Officer Nichol had been shot with a green bullet. Detective Ross had been beaten to death with a green aluminum baseball bat. And the most recent victim, Officer Erikson, was using his own green gardening hose.
It wasn't that the murders themselves that made him nervous, though after yin and yang he'd had more than his fill of nut cases. What was really scaring him was the facts he was finding in the cases. All of the police officers had been on their day off meaning they had been watched, the detectives had been kill in more brutal ways than the rest and also that he alternated between officer and detective; the last one had been an officer meaning the one from the Santa Barbara station would be a detective. But the thing that scared him the most the thing that made him a nervous wreck was the fact Detective O'Hara, his Jules, had not arrived yet and it had been 30 minutes now.
She should have been there by then, and he knew Jules better than he knew himself so he knew that the second she got the chief's message she would have called and checked in or at the very least sent him a text. He had actually sent her at least 10 but had gotten nothing back.
Finally tired of sitting there worrying and getting nowhere he got up and walked out of the meeting room that they were all in with the files scattered over the table.
"Shawn" his father could be heard following after him, but he didn't listen, "Shawn stop."
He turned back to Henry having just reached the door. "Dad I don't have time for this please. I need to go find Jules." Henry opened his mouth but Shawn kept going, "I know you think it's too soon for me to say I love her, but I do dad. I've been in love with her since she moved here, she means more to me than anything, and I'm worried about her. She should have been there by now, she would have called or something if she couldn't be."
Henry waited as Shawn rambled on; truth was he thought the world of the young detective who had captured his son's heart. He was also worried about her too; his cop mind told him something was very wrong. As Shawn drew his fast past rambling to a close Henry held up his truck keys.
"You're going to need these," he said handing them to Shawn.
"Thanks dad," Shawn said before then hurrying out the door and down the stairs.
It took him 9 minutes and 47 seconds to reach her house, he had counted, and as he jumped out of the truck slamming the door he wasn't quite sure how many traffic laws he broke to get there that fast. He hurried up the small step up to the porch and was just about to wrench the door open when he saw the paper pined to the door with a green paper clip. It was from the cluedo game where players right down the clue they gather.
Mr. Green killed Detective O'Hara with a car on Shell Bridge Rd.
Shawn's heart sank so far it was half to china; he couldn't breathe it felt like the whole world was falling in around him. She couldn't be gone, she was his Juliet, she couldn't be gone. Shawn snapped back and ran down the drive then along the side-walk, Shell Bridge rd. wasn't that far.
He sprinted down the sidewalk a police car sat there its red and blue light on. He didn't see an ambulance or Jules or even worse the medical examiners van. There was just the one car, an officer and civilian. He skidded to a halt in front of them, stopping only a split look at the skid mark on the ground going from dark to light heading through a taped of portion where green paint and to his horror blood stained the asphalt.
"Shawn?" The officer said surprised. "What are you doing?"
Shawn gasped for air his chest heaving he asked, "where is she?"
"Who?" the officer asked the ambulance had arrived before him and had taken Juliet away a couple moments before he had gotten there.
"The woman that was hit," Shawn said woman in the hope that it hadn't been Jules, "what she look like?"
"She's on her way to the hospital, I didn't see her."
"How'd you know it was a woman?" the civilian that must have found her asked him confused.
"He's a psychic," the officer explained.
"Oh, she was young, bout your age, fit, blonde, she was pretty even though her face was covered in blood and paint."
"Jules," Shawn whispered having regained some breath.
The officer's eyes widened "you think it was Detective O'Hara?"
"I know it was," Shawn said before he took off running back the way he came, he then vaulted into the driver sit and sped off down the road toward the hospital.

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