“Spencer. Guster,” Lassiter growled, holstering his weapon. “I assume you’re here because of the stolen shipment of high-grade artisanal wax?”
“Shawn, I’m telling you, the wedding is in forty-eight hours,” Gus said, his thumb hovering nervously over his phone. “Selene’s sister is coming. Selene’s scary sister. The one who supposedly works for ‘the agency’ but won’t say which one. We don’t have time for a side quest.” Psych 3: This Is Gus
“Gus, don’t be the only spark plug in a diesel engine,” Shawn grinned. “We saved the wax, we saved the wedding, and I didn’t even have to use my backup mustache. I’d call that a ‘This Is Gus’ win.” “Spencer