Shawn checked for his father carefully before entering Gus' room. Thankfully Henry was gone, probably to go fishing or water his precious plants, Shawn thought as he quietly pushed open the door.

The sight that met his eyes was completely changed from when Shawn had been there that morning. There were probably a dozen flower arrangements scattered on every surface in the room.

Shawn inspected a few of the cards. The big ugly looking one was from West Coast Pharmaceuticals, wishing Gus a speedy recovery. Shawn snorted in disbelief at that sentiment. The chief had sent one on behalf of the department. Juliet had sent one, signing it to be from both herself and Lassiter, but Shawn recognized the junior detective's small feminine handwriting in both signatures. McNab and his wife had sent their own smaller version of the departmental gift. There were a few from Gus' relatives. There was one from Shawn's mom. Shawn grinned as he read the next card. Ewan O'Hara had sent one made out to 'Gee Buttersnaps'. Gus would be mad about two things, Shawn reasoned, the fact that Ewan still didn't know his name and the fact that the different flowers would be wrecking havoc on the super smeller.

Stacked in a neat pile were Gus' personal effects from the car. Shawn tossed aside the CDs and books Gus had in the car in case of boredom emergencies. Gus' portfolio of doctors on his route was a bust as well. Shawn also put that to the side and then frowned. There was a business card stuck to the back of the folder. Gus did not leave business cards out. Shawn narrowed his eyes at the name on the card 'Dr. Matheson'. Why did that name sound familiar? Shawn looked at the card closer. Dr. Matheson was a pediatrician. Shawn frowned. Gus didn't have any kid's doctors on his route. The drugs he sold weren't for children. Why would Gus have a pediatrician's card if he wouldn't be visiting on his route? Shawn tucked the card in his back pocket and glanced over at his friend.

"It'd really help if you'd wake up, buddy." Shawn whispered before turning to leave.

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On his way out of the hospital Shawn pulled out his phone to call Juliet. Maybe she would be able to help him figure out who this Dr. Matheson was. The phone was still dead; Shawn still hadn't had time to charge it.

He stopped by a gas station to use the pay phone. He really didn't want to bother with going back to the station. Lassiter would just yell at him again, and Juliet would flash her apologetic looks at him.

"How's Gus?" Those were the first words out of Juliet's mouth as soon as Shawn told her who was calling.

"He's… the same," Shawn mumbled. "Listen Jules, I'm getting this weird vibe on a Alan Matheson."

"Matheson?" Juliet repeated. "Shawn," she paused and Shawn could imagine her looking around to make sure Lassiter wouldn't hear the next part. "Shawn, Matheson is a person of interest in our car jacking case."

"Car thieves? Jules the spirits are telling me he's a pediatrician."

"Matheson is a con artist, maybe he moonlighted as a doctor for a while." Shawn heard a muffled 'That'd better not be a personal call O'Hara', and then Juliet responded with. "And don't call back asking for information Spencer." The tones of her partner lurking in her voice.

Shawn hung up the phone and headed for the Psych office.

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Shawn walked through the office door and slipped off his jacket, feeling the weight of his long dead phone in the pocket, he finally hooked it up to the charger on his desk.

Pulling the business card out of his back pocket he headed to Gus' desk to use the computer. He picked Gus' computer because it was faster. It had nothing to with the fact Shawn had spilled orange soda on his computer keyboard earlier that week and it was still sticky.

Shawn typed in the address on Alan Matheson's card and waited to see what would pop up. The online map popped up and something in Shawn's brain clicked. The address on Matheson's card was only about a mile from where Gus had crashed.

Shawn wracked his brain trying to figure out who the last doctor on Gus' route was. As good as his memory was, he actually had never paid attention to Gus' ramblings about his other job. Pharmaceuticals were boring and Shawn tended to zone out when Gus talked about them.

He still couldn't think of it, so he picked up the office phone and once again dialed Juliet's number.

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Lassiter glanced up when his partner's phone rang. O'Hara was down in the file room at the moment. Curiosity got the better of the head detective and he sneaked a glance at the caller ID. He scowled when he recognized the office number for Spencer's supposed office. He grabbed the phone off the hook and growled into it.

"Spencer, Detective O'Hara is busy at the moment. So call back when she's not working a case."

"Lassie?" The psychic's puzzled voice floated across the receiver. "Well you can answer my question too."

"Spencer, I'm not answering questions about my case."

"It's not about your case," Shawn spat into the phone. Lassiter could almost hear the frown on his face. "Which doctor was Gus supposed to visit on his route?"

"Dr. Erickson," Lassiter only remembered that because he'd been the one to call about whether Guster had ever visited him. "Are we done here?" He was rewarded with a click as Shawn hung up the phone. "Damn psychic."

O'Hara got back to her desk as Lassiter was hanging up her phone. "Who called?"

"Spencer," Lassiter shook his head. "Just had a question about Guster's route. What'd you find on the plates?" He brought her attention back to their own case.