"Is Gus okay?" O'Hara asked as she walked into the crime scene. Gus was still dry heaving outside and had been since he'd smelt the remains of Summons several hours ago.

"He'll be fine," Shawn noted, carefully examining the dead man from a comfortable distance.

"Well our lead didn't pan out so it must have been DuPont that killed LaFleur and now Summons," O'Hara deduced, flicking her eyes up to Eliot then down at the body. The two cousins could tell she was a little taken with Eliot; this fact didn't impress Shawn in the slightest.

"Nah, I don't think so," Eliot dismissed as politely as he could. He stood up from crouching on the ground next to Summons' body. Lassiter stood in the corner of the room crossing his arms, ignoring the creases he was forming in his suit. He rolled his eyes and let out a huff.

"Of course DuPont killed him!" Lassiter snapped, holding his hand out at the victim while keeping the other close to his chest. "Two victims turn up in two days and the one thing they have in common is this whole con thing!" He crossed his arms again.

"Hey, Eliot," Hardison chirped in his ear. "Can't have been DuPont; he was at the hospital for both murders. His dad had a heart attack. DuPont is off the list of people we should be concerned about".

Eliot took in the information then turned back to face the angry detective. "DuPont didn't kill him, got a call from my office a few minutes ago; he has an alibi. And besides," he continued. LaFleur's killing was sloppy and unprofessional. This guy," he pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the dead man. "He was killed by a professional. The cuts on his arms show he was tortured, then there's the one final stab wound in the chest that killed him. Completely different MO."

Lassiter looked defeated and bitter. Nothing made him quite so bitter as being told he was wrong.

"Well this is ridiculous then!" Lassiter moaned. "We have two dead bodies and no arrest."

"Not entirely," the psychic quipped. "I've heard much more ridiculous things." He looked to his left, expecting a supporting smile and fist bump from his friend, forgetting he was still throwing up that morning's questionable banana and pineapple pancake combination. His fist hung in lonelily in the air and a look of despair fell across his face, like he no longer knew what to do with himself.

"Well then who did kill them?" Juliet asked, tearing the latex gloves off of her hand and placing them in her pocket.

Shawn took a moment to assess the scene, noting the out of place blood underneath the leg of Summons' pants and the disrupted credenza in the corner. "The great spirits of Adz are telling me," Shawn began, throwing his hand over the deceased, "that Summons killed our con man."

"Well that solves one mystery." Venomous sarcasm shot from Lassiter's mouth.

"Well what about Summons, who killed him?" O'Hara asked with honest intrigue.

"That I can't tell you," Shawn admitted, slight disappointment in his voice. He shot his cousin a sly look as he began to inch towards the credenza. "What I can tell you is that there is an aura missing from this room, just like there was an aura missing from LaFleur's hotel room. The same aura in fact, the aura bear-ealous."

"An aura?" Eliot scoffed.

"Yes, something strong, something important, nay," he stopped dead in his place and held his hands up dramatically, "something vital, was taken from this room. Something, from over here." Now over at the side table, he waved his hands over it, each arm moving theatrically in opposite directions. "Something which was originally in LaFleur's hotel."

"What's your theory, Priestly?" Lassiter asked the hitter, flat out ignoring Shawn's antics as he began to make his way outside. Shrugging, Shawn, and the others, followed.

"My working theory is that LaFleur pissed somebody dangerous off, probably sold him a fake or somethin'," Eliot began. "Only, Summons took revenge on our guy before they could handle it." They walked out onto the grass, towards Gus, who now looked a little less ill.

"And the torture?" the female detective pressed in a sweet voice. Gus' face turned a new shade of green at the mention of torture but the others chose to ignore it.

"Like your psychic said, something was taken from that house. My guess is someone wanted it badly."

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