“You certainly hid it well,” Shawn said. “Under all that yelling and nagging.”

“Do you really think that was hiding it?” Henry said. “The point is, once you moved out of the house, I stopped worrying.”

“That was a mistake,” Shawn said. “What I was doing then was much worse than anything I did while I lived with you.”

“I knew that,” Henry said. “But you were an adult. It wasn’t my job to worry like that anymore, so I stopped. It’s the same with your detective work. As long as I don’t know about it until you’ve finished a case, it’s none of my concern. But if I have to watch you putting yourself in danger, it will be just like you’re twelve years old again. And I don’t think anyone wants that.”

“Not if you’re going to make me go to bed at eight thirty,” Shawn said. “I’m still trying to see the second half of the A-Team episode where they went to Africa. They were caught by cannibals and put in a cauldron over a fire, but before I could find out what happened to them, you unplugged the TV and turned off the lights. For all I know they were eaten decades ago.”

“It turned out the cannibals weren’t really cannibals,” Gus said. “It was all a plot by-”

“Don’t tell me!” Shawn said.

“The episode’s been on DVD for five years,” Gus said. “If you cared that much, you could have seen it a hundred times by now.”

“It’s not the same,” Shawn said. “If there isn’t at least one commercial with Jacko urging me to knock a battery off his shoulder, I can’t watch it.”

“And I can’t watch you putting yourself in danger,” Henry said.

“It’s as simple as that.”

Shawn shot Gus a pleading look over Henry’s shoulder. Gus shrugged helplessly. Shawn turned back to Henry. “I’ve got to do this,” he said. “Please.”