Juliet and Lassiter managed to trace Shawn's bike to The Red Bouquet, and from there to the frozen yogurt vendor who'd sold a raspberry cone fifteen minutes before to a guy matching their photo of him, in the company of a pretty redhead (Juliet felt a slight rush of jealousy, but she knew that Shawn wouldn't cheat on her, or lie about something like Gus being in danger. Probably). They raced in the direction he indicated, and entered a residential district.
Lassiter swore. "They could be in any one of these houses! It'll take forever to find them!"
By a stroke of luck, Juliet turned her head in just the right direction, and then asked, "What about the house with the blue car in the garage?"
The door crashed open, and the two detectives stormed in, guns ablazing.
"Police! Freeze!" Lassiter roared.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
Two familiar, disturbingly girly screams assaulted their ears, and after a second Lassiter lowered his gun in disgust at the sight of the two familiar menaces to the SBPD.
"Hi, Lassie," said Shawn after a second. "Hey, Jules. I got you some flowers."
I know, this leaves room for a sequel. I have some ideas about how to begin one, but if someone else wanted to take over/offer suggestions, I'm open to them. And even if this story stays just a standalone, I hope you liked it anyway.
Bye for now.