Shawn gasped, clutching his head. “The spirits say… it’s for candles! Giant, ceremonial candles for a cult of people who hate wick-less lighting!”
“It’s not a side quest, Gus. It’s a pre-nuptial investigative odyssey,” Shawn replied, wearing a plastic crown he’d found in a cereal box. “My third eye is vibrating. Not twitching—vibrating. That means the mystery is succulent.” Psych 3: This Is Gus
“Spencer. Guster,” Lassiter growled, holstering his weapon. “I assume you’re here because of the stolen shipment of high-grade artisanal wax?” Shawn gasped, clutching his head