'Sir, you have to tel us exacly what you did at our Crime Scene.'

A young man sat in front of O'Hara.

'I already told ya,' he answered. 'I just wanted to see my sister.' The man gulped. 'I

can't believe she's dead.'

'I understand how you feel,' O'Hara said. She stepped out of her chair. 'Shawn

Spencer will talk with you know.' She opened a door. 'Shawn,' she said, and

motioned him to come.

'What's up, Jules?' he said. 'You want something from this delicious meat?'

O'Hara pointed at Mr. Flenderson. 'Could you talk to with him?'

Shawn smiled. 'Sure, Jules,' he said, and sat down.

'Rynaldo,' Shawn said, observating the man.

'Lenny,' the man said.

'Oeh, like in "Mice And Man".'

'Mice And Man?' Lenny asked. 'Is that a song, or something?'

'You don't know Mice And Man?' Shawn said. 'Did you lived under a rock, or

something?'

Lenny didn't understand. 'No, I lived in my apartment, not far away from here.'

'Right,' Shawn said, and continued talking. 'Why did you come to the Crime Scene?'

'I already told the Police, I was there, because I wanted to see my sister.'

'Your, Daisy's brother,' Shawn said.

'Wait, you didn't know that?' Lenny said. 'But your Psychic. That was wat the Police

told me.'

'The truth is, yes, I'm a Psychic, but the Spirits aren't available all the time. I can't

choose when the come. They do that themselves.'

'Yeah right,' Lenny said. 'I don't believe that. Your just one of those frauds I used to

See when I still worked at "Magic and Me".'

'Lenny, I am a lot, but the only thing I'm defintly not, is a fraud.'

'Can you proof that?'

Shawn focused and saw. Saw the white border around his finger.

'You were married, once,' Shawn said. 'Married for a long time.'

Lenny looked at him, with his mouth dangling open.

'I-I was,' he said. 'How do you know that?'

'I'm a Psychic. You forgot that already?'

'Y-you can't be. P-psychics don't exist.'

'Oh, they do exist,' Shawn said. 'Didn't I proof that a few seconds ago?'

'I-I'm sure it was a kind of trick,' he said, and gulped.

'Lenny, listen,' Shawn said. 'Believe it or not, but I really am a Psychic.'

Lenny saw in Shawn's eyes that he wasn't lying about it.

'Ok, I believe you,' he said, and tried to raise a smile.

Shawn looked to Lenny. 'Is there anything I can help you with, Len?' Shawn asked,

And smiled.

'No, I'm… actually, there is 1 thing you could do for me.'

'What?' Shawn asked curious. 'Get you a Churro?'

'No, convincing the Police that I am innocent.'