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Chapter Eleven

"I can't just give you a hunting license," Erin told him as she walked into her office with him following closely behind. "Especially when you're asking to look around in other jurisdictions."

"Come on, Sis," Jamie tried. "Arsonists usually get burned when starting fires. We have a face…"

"But, you don't have a name. And I can't get you a subpoena for medical records if I don't know who you're looking for."

"We're working on it, but it'd be a lot easier if we had that subpoena."

Erin sighed. "My hands are tied here, Jamie."

"This guy is burning people to death, Erin. 18 people in 5 weeks."

"Be that as it may, I still can't help you."

"His next victim is out there in Manhattan somewhere. Some poor person is about to be burned to death. Soon."

"I'm sympathetic, Jamie. Believe me. And when you have something more than a face and a supposition that this alleged arsonist is from Staten Island, I will be happy to help you. But, until then…"

Flack was leaning against the car when Jamie walked out of the DA's office. "No dice?" he asked.

"Nope," Jamie replied.

"That's cold, man. Your own sister."

"I told you, man. I knew it'd be a long shot."

"Yeah, but we had to take it. So, let's move on to plan B."

"Waiting game. Either Adam or the tip line should pay off soon."

"My money's on Adam," Flack said as he got into the car.

Jamie followed suit. "Mine too."

"So, I've managed to isolate one guy who pops up later on at almost every crime scene," Adam said to the assembled team a little later in the day. "All except two- the last ones. I think that's because he got hurt."

"He needed to get out fast," Lindsay said.

"I ran facial recognition on him. His name's Leo Thompson, and according to the DMV, he lives in… drum roll please…" Adam drummed, despite the fact that no one joined in with him. "Staten Island." Adam shook his head as he put the folder down. "No love."

"Great job, Buddy," Jamie said, winking at Adam, who continued to shake his head.

"Let's get an APB out on Leo Thompson right away," Mac said. "Great work, Adam."

"Thanks, Boss," Adam replied.

Leo Thompson wasn't home.

Which, of course, was unsettling to the team, because that meant that he was most likely out in the hunt for his next victim.

Which lead Jamie and Flack to patrolling Manhattan, looking for him. Or, more accurately, anyone who slightly resembled him, because medical records showed that Leo had suffered second degree facial burns five days ago. Though, it hadn't stopped him, or even really slowed him down.

"I think I got him," Jamie said, pointing down an alley.

"You sure?" Flack asked.

"…Mostly. About 76%."

"76?" Flack asked as he turned the car down the alley.

Jamie didn't answer as he focused on the two people in front of them: Leo, and his unfortunate victim (who was crying, because he knew what was coming).

"NYPD, Leo," Jamie said as he and Flack got out of the car, guns trained on Leo.

"Now you've done it," Leo muttered to himself.

Jamie and Flack shared a quick look. "Leo, look at me," Jamie said, his voice more gentle than before. "Leo, you don't have to do this."

"Yes I do," Leo replied. "He said I had to."

"He who?" Flack asked.

"You already know who," Leo accused, looking at Flack with a deep glare.

"I don't know who, Leo, so why don't you tell me?" Jamie asked.

"Him," Leo said, pointing toward the ground.

"The devil?"

"Yes. Lucifer, he said I had to."

"He said that you had to burn these people?"

"Yes."

Jamie took a few steps forward. "Lucifer, see, he's an angel, right? Does it make sense to you that an angel would ask you to harm another person? Angels are gentle beings. They wouldn't ask you to hurt anyone."

"No?" Leo asked, growing confused and starting to lower his arms.

"No. Of course they wouldn't. God is about compassion and forgiveness, right? And angels, they're God's army, they're the ones He commands to help spread His word and his commands. He wouldn't dictate to the angels to kill people."

Leo put the lighter down, contemplating what Jamie had said. As he did, Jamie moved forward, kicking the lighter away from Leo. "Come with me, Leo," Jamie said, leading a now very confused Leo toward the car.

"Glad this wasn't the 24%," Flack commented.

"Me too," Jamie replied, smiling.

"So, we have a psychiatrist heading down to see if Leo's competent enough to stand trial," Jamie said. "You know, because Lucifer made him do it."

"You lied to him," Flack teased.

"I may have highlighted some of the kinder points of the Bible that aren't as harsh."

"'Angels are gentle beings?'"

"Would you rather I tell him that if an angel really wanted these people dead, it would've just smited those people itself? And, by the way, Lucifer actually was an angel, since you were trying to call me out on it earlier."

"Still the Devil."

"Well, the whole angel tangent got him to put the lighter down, didn't it?" Jamie reminded him.

"Yeah, it did," Flack conceded.

"So, who cares?"

"Well, I can think of someone who would care. But I think you oughta pay better attention when you go to church on Sundays."

"Shut up."