Owen glanced towards Jack's office, not altogether sure if what he was saying was a good idea or a bad one. Maybe Shawn was just a fruit-loop when you didn't know him (on the other hand, maybe the clock had just started ticking on the time when he attempted to strangle him- who could say!)
"Medical records, Shawn. I need 'em, stat." He yelled over his shoulder, then turned back under the autopsy archway and down the steps.