'Well, I'm defintly sensing that here, on this side, happend something.'

'You can impossible "Sense" that, Spencer. You already know the victim was killed

here.' Lassiter sighed. 'Why did I Hire you.'

'Because you can't without me, Lassie,' Shawn answered, while smile.

'It's defintly not that,' Lassiter said, irritated.

'Carlton,' Detective O'Hara's voice said. She saw Shawn. 'Your Hired too, Shawn?' she

said.

'Sort off,' Shawn answered, while feeling Lassie's fist hit his belly. 'Auw, what was

that good for !' Shawn said.

'So, not Hired,' O'Hara said, while shaking her head. She turned to Lassiter.

'Carlton,' she said. 'You should take a look at this.' She handed him a paper.

'What's this?' he asked.

'Information about the Victim,' she said. 'Her name was "Daisy Flenderson".'

'Daisy Flenderson?' Shawn said. 'I'm sensing that she had a daughter.'

'She had, actually. Tara Flenderson. How do you know that?'

'Jules, I'm a Psychic,' Shawn said, patting her on her shoulder.

'That's nonsense,' Lassiter said.

'You still don't believe, Lassie?' Shawn said, patting him on his shoulder too.

'Do not touch me,' Lassiter said, while pulling his gun.

'Carlton!' O'Hara said.

Sighing, he pulled his gun back down. 'Next time, you're dead, Spencer,' he said.

'We shall see,' Shawn said, with a mischievous smile.

Lassiter sighed, and walked away.

'Jules,' Shawn said.

Detective O'Hara turned around, and opend her mouth. 'I'm sorry, Shawn, I can't

Help you right now.'

With that, as her last word, she turned around again, and walked to her car.

'How rude,' Shawn said, out of the blue.

'That was not rude, Shawn,' Gus said. 'She's just very busy.'

Shawn heard how Jules' car drove away. A few seconds later, Lassiter drove to

Shawn. 'Get in,' he said, while hiding himself behind a newspaper. It was a old one.

One from 1998. Why did Lassiter had a newspaper from that long ago?

Shawn opened the car door, and sat down at the black, comfortable seat.

He pulled Gus inside, and slammed the door.

'Carefull,' Lassiter said. 'That's a Victoria Crown.'

'I did not know you had a girlfriend, Lassie,' Shawn said. 'Certainly not one with a

crown.'

'Victoria Crown,' Lassiter said, 'is a car brand.'

'Your girlfriend is a car?' Shawn pulled one eyebrow up.

'Would you please shut up?' Lassiter asked. It was hard to be nice for him now, but

He had no choice. He needed his help.

'One more thing, are you going to wear that?' Shawn asked. He pointed at Lassiter's

tie.

'Yes, I'm going to wear that, Spencer,' he said. 'You got a problem with that?'

'No, it's just that…'

'It's just wat, Spencer.'

'Nothing.' Shawn quikly looked out of the window. Than he saw. Saw a man at the

Crime Scene.

'I'm sensing that there is someone at the Scene,' Shawn said, with his hand beside

his head.

Lassiter sighed, and looked to the building. His eyes turned big. 'FREEZE!' he

shouted, and pulled his gun. 'SBPD!'