There were more people at the hospital then there had been the night before. It took Shawn a few minutes to find a parking spot. He took the stairs two and a time to get to the third floor where Gus' room was. He slowed when he saw the door ajar. Peeking inside he saw his dad sitting next to the bed. Shawn tried to turn and walk back down the hallway, but his dad's voice stopped him.

"Don't even think about running away," Henry's voice floated out the door. It wasn't harsh, but there was an edge to it.

Shawn nudged the door open with his foot and stood in the doorway holding his helmet in one hand and a fuzzy bear in the other.

"You never called me back," Henry stated, looking Shawn up and down.

"I haven't had time to charge my phone," Shawn narrowed his eyes when he realized his dad was sitting in his chair. Shawn moved his gaze to the bed. Gus was still the same as yesterday. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only disturbance in the silence that had fallen on the room.

"I got a call from Lassiter," Henry said breaking into Shawn's thoughts. "The accident reconstruction was finished."

Shawn snapped his head to look at his dad.

Henry sighed. "He says it was an accident, the rain was heavy that time of the afternoon. Gus must have misjudged it and crashed. It happened a million times while I was on the force."

"Gus is a good driver." Shawn jutted his chin out in defiance as he defended his best friend.

"Even good drivers-" Henry started to say.

"There were no skid marks." Shawn pointed out what he had seen earlier at the crash site.

"What?" Henry wasn't sure if he had heard his son right.

"Skid marks," Shawn repeated. "There were no skid marks on the pavement. You can't sit there in my chair and tell me that Gus crossed the double yellow line and did nothing to prevent himself from crashing for fifty feet." His voice rose in volume as he talked.

"Maybe he was distracted, maybe he didn't realize until it was too late." Henry was doing what he always did; question Shawn's assumptions.

"Maybe this wasn't a car crash."

"Shawn," Henry's voice was softer, almost trying to reason with him. "I know you don't want to blame Gus for any of this."

"You called mom!" Shawn half shouted when he realized what Henry was saying. He sounded hurt and angry. "You only ever use psychoanalytical-ese when you talk with mom." He set the fuzzy bear down roughly on the small table next to the door. Without another word he turned on his heel and stormed down the stairs.

He jammed the helmet on his head and revved up his bike. He needed to see the accident report and he needed to talk to Juliet.

Juliet was nowhere to be found when Shawn got to the station. McNab was manning the front desk. When he saw Shawn approaching him he gave the psychic a half-hearted smile.

"Hey Shawn, how's Gus doing?" The rookie's voice was missing it's normal cheerful tone.

"Where're Lassiter and Juliet?" Shawn jumped straight to the point. He didn't want to talk about Gus.

"They got a lead on the car jacking case. They headed out about an hour ago."

"Why are they still working the car case? What about Gus?" Shawn couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I thought they said Gus' crash was an accident." McNab looked confused. "The accident reconstruction came back and they can't find anything wrong."

Shawn took a couple of deep breathes before replying to that comment. "Buzz, I was hoping you could hook me up with a copy of the accident report." When McNab gave him a confused look Shawn continued. "Because, this," He waved his hand around his head. "Is telling me that there's more to this case."

"Mr. Spencer," Chief Vick's voice interrupted before McNab could respond.

Shawn turned to see the chief just outside her office.

"A word, please."

Shawn thought about not going into the chief's office, but slowly walked through the doorway. The chief was sitting behind her desk.

"Have a seat," she motioned to one of the chairs in front of her.

Shawn didn't sit down. He just folded his arms and waited for her to continue.

"Mr. Spencer, Shawn," The chief's voice was sympathetic. "I understand that you want to find out who is responsible, but all of the reconstructions the department has done indicate driver error to be the cause of Mr. Guster's accident."

"Chief, there's more to this than driver error," Shawn started to protest.

"I know you want someone to be responsible for this." The chief echoed Henry's words from earlier. "But, I haven't seen any evidence to suggest anything other then an untimely accident. So unless you have conclusive evidence or you have something to contribute to Detective Lassiter's case I suggest you go to the hospital." There was a note of finality in her voice that Shawn didn't miss.

Shawn's eyes flickered to the file folder in a pile on the chief's desk. The initials BG caught his attention. He turned and left without saying good-bye to the chief. Instead of heading to the hospital like he should, Shawn headed for the seldom used basement alcove. He had also gotten a look at the chief's day planner and her daughter, Iris had a ballet recital at two. He sat down on the bench and waited.

He tried hard to visualize the crash scene again, still refusing to look at the mental images of Gus. There had been something wrong with the passenger side. Shawn thought hard. There hadn't been anything in the passenger seat. Gus usually put his samples case in the trunk or in the backseat. Plus, Gus had made Shawn clean out all the laffy taffy wrappers the day before. Shawn had been saving the jokes for later.

Shawn jerked out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He checked his watch, it was 2:15. Shawn caught a glimpse of Dobson's head as the man headed for the men's room across the way from his bench. Satisfied the coast was clear, Shawn snuck upstairs to the chief's office. Lassiter and O'Hara will still nowhere to be seen and everyone else was too busy with their own work to notice Shawn slipping into the office.

The file was still where it had been earlier. Shawn quickly flipped through it. Most of it were the boring things; road conditions, weather at the time (raining, Shawn's still soaked shoes could attest to that.) Then something caught Shawn's eye, it was such a small detail no one would have noticed unless they were looking for it, the report stated Gus' windows had been rolled down at the scene. Shawn flipped through the file until he found the pictures. The crumpled shell of the blueberry looked worse than Shawn had remembered. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the report was right. Gus' windows had been rolled down. When he flipped to the last picture, one of the passenger side, Shawn remembered what he had been thinking about earlier. The passenger side floor had a smear of mud on it. Shawn and Gus had been friends since grade school and there were two things Shawn knew about Burton Guster, he didn't ride in his car with the windows down in the rain and he didn't let muddy shoes in his car.