Part 2 (1/2)

Ellen made a show of thinking it over then scrawled an address across the top of Shawn's newspaper. ”Just put it in the mail along with your bill. But don't even think about sending the bill without the necklace. I've got every state licensing agency on my speed dial.”

Gus waited until she'd left the bungalow, and made sure the door was closed, before he said anything. By the time he was certain they were alone, Shawn was rooting around on Gus' desk.

”I don't know what that little piece of her soul is telling you, but the necklace isn't on my desk,” Gus said.

”No, but these are.” Shawn held up Gus' keys, then tossed them to him. ”If we hurry, we can get to La Canada before lunch-time. There's a new burger stand I've been dying to try.”

”It's going to take us at least two hours to get to La Canada from here,” Gus said. ”And besides, we had lunch an hour ago.”

”Which means we'll be ready for another one as soon as we grab that necklace,” Shawn said as he headed towards the door.

”I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why you're so sure it's there. And if I hear the word 'soul' one more time I'm going to throw up.”

Shawn sighed and turned around. ”We could save an awful lot of time if you'd just watch my eyes when I'm observing. Then you could see what I see. Pretty soon you could think like I think.”

”And right after that I could commit myself,” Gus said. ”How did you know about the field trip?”

”She had a strange rash-four short stripes on top of her hand and one across the heel of her palm,” Shawn said. ”At least it was strange until you knew what it was. It was the shape of four little fingers and one thumb clutching her hand.”

”She's allergic to children?”

”Only if they've been picking a bouquet of pretty green and red leaves,” Shawn said.

”The kid got poison oak on his hand and then grabbed Ellen Svaco's?”

”Exactly.

”But poison oak grows all over Southern California. How did you know this happened at Descanso Gardens?”

”I didn't know,” Shawn admitted. ”But I did read the Santa Barbara Times today.”

Shawn refolded the newspaper and handed it to Gus. On the bottom of the page was a small article about a group of parents who were furious because their children had gone on a field trip to Descanso Gardens and come back covered in poison oak. A couple of them had even been sent to the hospital.

”Maybe she should have been watching her kids a little more closely instead of worrying about her necklace,” Gus said.

”I think she was watching the kids,” Shawn said. ”In fact, I think that's how she lost the necklace. There's a scratch on her neck that looks like it was made by a chain-that's how I figured out she had lost the necklace. I'd guess she saw one of her students playing in poison oak, she rushed over to pull him out, and her necklace chain caught on a tree branch and snapped off. Now all we have to do is locate that patch of poison oak, find the nearby tree, and the necklace will be waiting for us there.”

”Why?”

”Because it's an inanimate object, so there's very little chance it will get tired of waiting for us and head out on its own.”

”No,” Gus said. ”Why are we doing this? She's a nasty bat, the case is a dog, and there are a million other things I'd rather spend my afternoon on. So why are we driving to La Canada?”

”Because La.s.sie sent her over to us.”

”Yeah, to get rid of her and p.i.s.s us off.”

”Exactly,” Shawn said. ”And it's really going to annoy him if we not only take her case and solve it in hours, but also get paid for doing it.”

Gus had to admit there was a certain logic to Shawn's reasoning. And he'd been curious about the new burger place in La Canada, too. Besides, the sun was out and the sky was bright blue; it was a great day for a long drive.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought that way. Because as Gus eased the Echo out of its parking spot in front of the Psych office, a black Town Car three s.p.a.ces down started up-and stayed exactly three car lengths behind Gus and Shawn all the way into La Canada.

Chapter Five.

Shawn's plan was flawless-at least in the confines of the Psych office. Because from their perspective in that cozy bungalow on the beach, there was only one stand of poison oak in the entire hundred and fifty acres of Descanso Gardens, and it was surrounded by chain-link and crime scene tape. But this was July in the San Gabriel Valley, and the noxious weed was spreading faster than the army of professional gardeners could stamp it out. Shawn and Gus were going to have to check every tree near every stand of the stuff-and hope that Shawn's a.n.a.lysis had been correct.

They split up so they could cover more ground, and all had been going fairly well until Gus started searching the nature trail. That winding path took him out of the tree cover and up a steep hillside into the region's natural chaparral. By the time Gus realized how hard the sun was beating down on him, he was already becoming dizzy and disoriented. And for some reason, the idiot who designed that part of the gardens decided that drinking fountains were not to be considered part of nature. As the blasting sun, untempered by the lovely ocean breezes he would have been enjoying back in Santa Barbara, leached the moisture from his body, his heat-exhausted brain brought him back into his standard nightmare.

Now, with the giant camellias providing blessed relief from the blazing sun, Gus could feel the last wisps of fever dream retreating from his mind. That left only his irritation.

”Would it make you feel any better if I told you the snack bar also sells root beer slus.h.i.+es?” Shawn said with what was as close to an expression of concern as he would get unless his friend had been run over by the train.

”What would make me feel better is finding that stupid necklace and getting out of this h.e.l.lhole,” Gus said.

”Heckhole,” Shawn said, gesturing at the many small children running on the paths around them. ”And it just so happens I'm the magic wish fairy today.”

Shawn held out the hand that wasn't clutching the sticky plastic pink popcorn wrapper. Lying across his palm was a heart-shaped gold locket about an inch across. A broken gold chain dangled off the end. He pressed a latch by the locket's left ventricle and the front popped open. Inside were facing photographs of an unbelievably homely middle-aged man and a slightly younger, if even homelier, woman. The photographs were badly trimmed to fit inside the uneven s.p.a.ce, revealing a s.h.i.+ny green surface behind them.

”So you can see where she gets her fine looks from,” Shawn said.

”At least it's done,” Gus said. ”Was it where you thought it would be?”

”First place I looked,” Shawn said. ”It was at the lost and found.”

Gus stared at him. ”You went straight to the lost and found desk?”

”Of course,” Shawn said. ”Why search if there's a chance someone else has already found it?”

”You let me hunt for hours in the blazing sun.”

”I couldn't be sure.”

”But you were sure,” Gus said. ”After you got it back. And you still let me stay out there.”

”It was for your own good,” Shawn said. ”Immersion therapy. To help you get over your irrational fear of being lost in the wilderness. This stupid dream is crippling you. And believe me, I know how bad a recurring dream can be.”

”If you did, you wouldn't have done this to me,” Gus said.

”It's not like I've been taking it easy,” Shawn said. ”I had my own version of immersion therapy.”

”You did?”

”Yes. I had to get over my irrational fear of ice-cream sandwiches,” Shawn said. ”It took a lot of tries, but I think I'm almost there. Want to help me finish it off?”