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Shawn walked into the booth in which the owner of the theatre had just died. He looked around the room and groaned in frustration. How could they not see what he saw?! It's not like this man just lived in a mess. The floor… it's carpet. Meaning with the right lighting, you can just make out footsteps…
Foot prints heading in. Footsteps end at the chair next to the desk. Then they move away from the chair and go against the wall. Then they move towards the railing and the footsteps disappear. Second set of footsteps. They enter the room, go towards the wall. Face the railing but never actually reach them. Then, they leave the room where the floor is wooden.
"Shawn? You in here?" Juliet asked.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute" Shawn said. He looked at the room one more time. There was no doubt about it, someone was in this booth when Ramoray died.
Shawn met Juliet down stairs.
"Chief Vick wants to see you in her office" Juliet said.
"What for?"
Juliet escorted Shawn in to the chief's office. Inside, Henry, Lassiter and the chief were there waiting for him. Shawn immediately caught on and groaned.
"Chief, I already know what you're going to say" Shawn started. "But the spirits are feeling very strongly about this!"
"Mr Spencer, I understand your opinion but there simply isn't enough evidence. We can't just go off of a hunch from our psychic this time" Chief Vick said.
"Listen, it's happened before. I've had a psychic hunch about something, no one believed me. Think, if I hadn't listened to my hunches, there would still be mysterious suicides going on, Lassie would be in jail and an innocent Polar Bear would have been put down."
"I'm sorry, but without substantial evidence I have no choice but to close this case."
"Just one day, chief. In one day I promise I can find enough evidence to keep this case open." The chief eyed Henry, unsure of what to do.
"I don't think a day would do that much harm" Henry said.
"Alright, a day. And I mean a day, Mr Spencer. Twenty-four hours. Nothing more-"
"Nothing less" Shawn said already half way out the door. "I won't let you down, chief!"
"Yes you will…" Chief Vick said under her breath.
Shawn sat down on the stage, staring up at the booth. Proof. He needed proof. He opened up the case file again and found Tiffany's statement he opened it up and read it enough times to memorise it.
She went in to help with the play. Drake was looking at the stage from a distance in the booth. He leaned on the railing and fell to his death
"Liar!" he yelled throwing the file to the ground. It's obvious someone was in the booth with him. He just needs the evidence.
Suddenly, he heard the doors open and footsteps followed. Shawn quickly stood up and hid, hoping to find the killer. Instead, he saw Tiffany, on the phone.
"Look, I've already checked his office. Nothing. I checked the booth where he was working all night. NOTHING! I don't understand why you want me to come back here. There are cops inspecting this place" Tiffany said. There was some arguing on the other side. "Well, I care! I don't want to be caught for something I didn't do!" Shawn stared at Tiffany. If she had looked through all the files, surely her finger prints would be there. So why weren't they?
"Hang on…" Tiffany said. Shawn peaked over and saw Tiffany picking up the files he had thrown on the ground. She quickly dropped them and started heading for the door, muttering into the phone. "I told you it was too risky. Someone was there. I could have been spotted!"
Shawn waited to hear the door close before he quickly grabbed his file, ran out the back door and raced to the police station.
Shawn had explained everything to the Chief. Surely that would have been enough evidence to at least allow him another week. He was sadly mistaken.
"Chief, I don't understand how this is not evidence!" Shawn yelled. Thankfully, it was just the two of them in her office. He was far to agitated to deal with anyone other than the chief.
"Because, Mr Spencer, lack of evidence cannot be considered evidence!" Vick said.
"It's not the lack of evidence! I heard Tiffany with my own ears. She was up to something. I also heard that she had looked through all his stuff. But if that was true, there would be finger prints everywhere. Which means she's covering her tracks!"
"You don't know this! You are basing everything on the fact that there is no evidence. That will not support this case." Shawn pulled out the case file
"What about this. Dust this for prints. She had picked it up and flipped through it. There should be fingerprints here."
"What are you getting at?"
"If there are fingerprints on this case file, then maybe I'm wrong. But if I'm not, then you have to admit she's doing something to prevent leaving a mark where she has been. Meaning, she could have been in the booth when Drake Ramoray fell to his death." The chief stared at Shawn before finally caving in.
"Fine. I will run this for testing. If it will make you happy. In the meantime, I suggest looking for something a little more… down to Earth…"
Shawn smiled in victory, knowing exactly what the outcome would be.
"Thank you, chief."