Once again, Shawn sat with his feet up on his desk, laptop in his lap, internet being surfed. He could hear the footsteps coming from behind him. This whole agency thing hadn't turned out exactly as Shawn had imagined. Which, to be honest, had been something similar to Psych, except for the lack of anybody he could be honest with. Creegy's weird need to bring in other random people was getting Shawn slightly nervous. It was one thing to fool Lassy and Jules all the time, it was another to fool his coworkers in front of their faces all the damn time.
Looking back slightly, he noticed it was the old guy. The one who kept hiding out up in the rafters like some obsessed stage manager or something.
"Howdy neighbor." He called out. Didn't hurt to be friendly. Did it?