If the situation weren't so grim, she would have found Caffrey's inability to sit still amusing. She didn't even crack a half smirk, though. They hadn't found anything more that pointed him to Kate Moreau's murder, and Beckett was almost relieved, for whatever reason. Still, they sat there for the longest time. She was used to waiting for answers: she was still waiting for hers.
But from Neal, she soon got some. She leaned forward, her eyes piercing into his as if that would give her an explanation sooner. "What music box?"