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"Okay, Lucifer, just like we practiced, and for the love of God, please don't talk about how much you like drugs," Chloe said into her headset as she stared at one of the monitors in the surveillance van.

"Don't be ridiculous, Detective. That was at a NA meeting. It would be silly to say that at an AA meeting." Lucifer fell silent as he approached the door at the side of the church that the man Chloe had spoken to had claimed opened directly into the small rec room that the AA group met in. Taking note of the light spilling out from under the door and the sound of light murmuring slipping through the wood, Lucifer knocked sharply on the door.

A middle aged man with thick dark hair and bloodshot eyes poked his head out of the door. "Can I help you?" He looked Lucifer up and down suspiciously.

"Yes, actually," Lucifer leaned into the man and lowered his voice. "I'm here because well you see I have a problem with––"

"Alcohol?" the man interrupted.

"Yes exactly! And I was told that there was a group meeting here tonight." Lucifer moved to let himself into the room, but the man's grip on the door tightened.

"Sorry, friend. Someone told you wrong. Tonight's a private gathering, but there's a meeting here the day after tomorrow." The man tried to close the door, but Lucifer held it open.

"He's acting dodgy. Press him a little more. See what he does," Harry said into Lucifer's ear.

The Detective had instructed Lucifer to not be too eager when he tried to get into the meeting, so that no one would suspect he was undercover, but he figured now was a good time to sound desperate. "I really need to get into a meeting. I've been trying to stay sober, but the Devil is a strong force." Lucifer inwardly cringed as he blamed himself for a vice he didn't even have.

"I get that and I strongly encourage you to come to our next meeting, but this meeting really needs to be private, I'm sorry." The man shut the door in Lucifer's face. Lucifer stood there, shocked for a few moments before turning around and walking back to the van where Chloe, Draco, and Harry were waiting for him.

"Okay, we have two options," Chloe said as soon as Lucifer stepped into the van.

Draco looked away from a monitor that had been holding his attention. "Which are?"

"We could just have Lucifer try again the day after tomorrow."

Harry shook his head. "That won't work. We need to see what went on during the unrecorded meetings. Those are the meetings that we know Yvonne and most likely Jordan attended at least once."

"I know. The second option is to force it. Come in as police but leave Lucifer in the van in case we want to send him back in during a regular meeting. I personally think this is the better option if we want to get into the private meetings."

"I think it's the better option too," Draco said. "Potter and I should probably come in with you."

Chloe nodded. "Alright, I'll take Potter with me, but you should stay back. I don't want to overwhelm them with badges."

Draco tried to hide the hurt that flashed over his face. Did Chloe trust Potter more than him? Did she prefer his company to his own?

She made to get out of the van, but turned to Lucifer before she did. "Lucifer, you and Draco stay in the van and please don't make any trouble." She grabbed two ear pieces, handing one to Harry and keeping one for herself.

Lucifer slipped a headset on and settled himself into one of the seats. "When have I ever not behaved myself?"

"Keep an eye out for anyone coming out of the building or going in who looks suspicious. We'll let you know if we get in trouble." Chloe stepped out of the van into the night and Harry followed soon after.

They were silent as they walked to the door. When they got to the door, the two of them froze, not sure who should knock on the door. Finally Chloe rolled her eyes and rapped on the door.

The man with the bloodshot eyes poked his head out of the door once again. "I'm sorry it's a private meeting tonight."

Chloe pulled out her badge and showed it to him. "LAPD, can we come in and ask you all a few questions?" The man inspected her badge with narrowed eyes. Finally, he silently opened the door and stepped aside so that Chloe and Harry could come in.

The two of them stepped into the bright room, blinking as their eyes adjusted. "I'm Detective Decker and this is my colleague Agent Potter."

The man smiled and held out his hand to shake. "I'm Gerald Grant. I usually lead the meetings here." He gestured broadly to the other people in the room and then turned back to the detectives. "So what can we help you with, Detective?"

For what felt like the millionth time, Chloe pulled out her pictures, this time with the addition of Yvonne. "Does anyone recognize any of these three?"

There was murmuring throughout the room and finally Gerald took it upon himself to respond. "We knew all of them. They were all members of this group. That's actually why tonight's meeting was private. We're trying to process the grief in a healthy, constructive way."

"How often did they come to meetings?" Harry asked.

"Pretty regularly," Gerald said. "They were all central figures in this group."

A woman in a green jumper nodded in agreement. "They were always so inspiring, especially Mark."

"Mark was my co leader at most meetings," Gerald explained. "He gave so much to others. I'm not sure what we're going to do without him." He sat back down in the empty chair that he must have left when he answered the door.

"They all left a spot that will be impossible to fill," a man with large, round glasses said. There were murmurs of agreement, and the man sniffed. "Such beautiful souls."

An older woman sitting next to Gerald snorted. "Beautiful souls? Always with the simpering. You're not a poet, Lawrence. Stop trying."

Gerald put a hand on her shoulder softly. "We're all just trying to deal with this in our own way." He gave the older woman the side eye. "Some more aggressively than others."

Chloe sighed. "Does the word mudblood mean anything to any of you?" She didn't really want to ask. Something about saying the word out loud felt wrong to her, but she had no idea why.

Everyone in the room uniformly flinched, but they all shook their heads. "Nothing I've ever heard before, I'm afraid. Why do you ask?"

Harry ran his fingers through his hair. Chloe really shouldn't have said what she did. "I'm afraid that's not public information at this point in the investigation." He held his breath, hoping that Chloe wouldn't contradict him.

The old woman gave him a sharp look. "What did you say your name was again?"

Harry looked around confused. "I'm Agent Potter, Ms––"

"Muriel, my name's Muriel."

Watching this exchange, Harry couldn't help but notice that a sudden air of uneasiness had enveloped the room. At first everyone had seemed friendly despite their grief but now it seemed like they couldn't wait for the detectives to leave.

Chloe seemed to notice the strange reaction as well, but she forged on regardless of the awkwardness. "Did any of them ever mention having trouble with anyone? Or did the three of them have anything in common besides this group?"

"Not that I know of," Gerald said stiffly. "Now if you don't mind, we were sort of in the middle of something. Grieving is a delicate process and we're doing our best to deal with the loss of Jordan, Yvonne, and Mark."

Chloe furrowed her brow at his sudden shift in tone. "Right we'll be on our way then. Thank you for all your time, and sorry for your loss." She and Harry promptly left, knowing when they weren't wanted.

"That Gerald character is sinister," Lucifer greeted them as they stepped back into the van. "He's hiding something if you ask me."

Chloe hummed. "I'm more curious about why they all turned on a dime like that." She frowned. "Well, except for Muriel. She was never friendly. We definitely need to send Lucifer undercover the day after tomorrow. Lucifer's right. This group is hiding something."

—-

Draco clicked through his computer. It was so late that the desk part of the station was empty other than the occasional detective working late or uni dropping off files. "Why am I looking for this again?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Just find the address, Draco. It's really important to the case." He looked over Draco's shoulder, breathing in his ear.

Draco's shoulders went up next to his ears, and he grimaced. "Can you back off please? You're much too close and your breath smells." He pulled up a map. "This is where he lives, but before we can go, you need to explain why you want to talk to this bloke."

Harry pulled up a chair next to Draco's and sat down. He put his elbow on the desk and turned so that he could look Draco in the eye. "The group members didn't just turn cold unprompted. As you probably heard, they asked me my name first." He lowered his voice. "I think they recognized me."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "You think they're all wizards?"

"I think they're all muggle-borns."

Lucifer watched the two of them closely from the front desk. "What do you think those two are doing so quietly?" he asked Chloe.

"I don't know." She cocked her head. "But whatever they're doing, they definitely don't want us to see." Draco minimized the tab on his computer and he and Harry walked over to Chloe and Lucifer.

"If it's alright with you Chloe, I'm going to head out," Draco said.

Chloe checked her watch and saw that it was 7:00. "Sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

Draco and Harry said goodbye, and went on their way. Lucifer tried to leave too, but Chloe seized his arm, pulling him back. He tried to protest, but she shushed him. She waited until Draco and Harry were out of the station before she dragged Lucifer to Draco's computer.

Thankfully, the computer hadn't been unattended long enough to lock, so Chloe was able to pull up the window that Draco had minimized. On the tab he had been on there was a map to an address a little bit outside of the city. She clicked over to the other tab he had open. It was a yellow pages website.

Lucifer leaned in to look at the screen. "Wasn't that––"

"––the AA leader. Yes, yes it was." Chloe pulled out her phone and took a picture of the address.

"I'm feeling like a stakeout. How about you, Detective?"

"That sounds like exactly what I need."

—-

Harry rang the doorbell and waited. The building's siding was peeling and the stairs were cracked and crumbling. Harry tapped his foot and looked over at Draco who was standing with his arms crossed, a bored expression on his face.

The door opened, and Gerald stepped out. "Agent Potter? What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Mr. Grant, this is my colleague Draco Malfoy. We need to talk to you about a rather delicate matter. Would you mind if we moved this conversation somewhere more private?" Gerald stepped aside to let Draco and Harry into his house.

Gerald led them into a small room that looked out onto the street. "Please excuse the mess. My wife and kids left for vacation this morning, and packing my kids stuff wasn't a very organized process." He leaned against the wall, refusing to take a seat. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Mr. Grant, I'm here as a British liaison to MACUSA. You know what that is, yes?"

Gerald raised an eyebrow. "Do I know what the government is? Yes I do, of course." He shifted his feet. "I'm guessing this has to do with the fact that the bodies were marked with the dark mark."

Draco's eyes narrowed, and he stepped towards Gerald. "Who said anything about the dark mark?"

"Everyone?" Gerald said. "It's all over the wizarding community of LA. For once MACUSA was actually upfront about something that was going on." He frowned. "Did you not know about the press release?"

"Yeah, well governments don't really like to communicate clearly with me," Harry said. "Given what was written on the victims, your group that was meeting tonight is all muggle-borns, right?" Gerald nodded. "Then surely it's occurred to you that your group is being used by someone to identify and target you."

"Yes. It's occurred to me. Our group has discussed it at length."

"Are you taking any sort of precautions?" Draco asked. "These murders are showing no sign of slowing down. You're all in danger."

"We're always in danger, Mr. Malfoy. LA has never been a terribly tolerant place for those of us who are no-maj-born."

Draco frowned. "But why just your group? Why are you being targeted out of everyone in this city?"

Gerald looked around awkwardly. "I don't know. Maybe we're just an easy target."

"Has anyone threatened you?" Harry asked. "Or made you feel concerned for your group's safety?"

"Not that I know of."

"Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Then why the rushed exit?"

"Excuse me?"

Draco gestured vaguely at the mess in front of him. "Why did your wife and children suddenly need to go on vacation?" Gerald didn't answer. "And why is your little group hiding behind AA? That's hardly something people who feel safe do."

Gerald shook his head. "I don't need to explain myself to you."

"You do if you want to avoid suspicion."

Harry put his hand on Draco's shoulder. "Maybe just back off, mate." He turned to Gerald. "I'm sorry. But we can't catch this person if you don't help us. Don't you want it to be safe for your family to come back?"

Gerald sighed. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"Well, first of all, why the AA front?" Harry asked.

"It's not a front."

"You all just happen to be muggle born former alcoholics?" Draco asked.

"Well, actually some of us are, but that's not what I meant. I do lead AA for no-majs several nights a week, so it's not a front." Gerald looked down. "Mark and I even met through AA."

"So what's with the other meetings?" Harry asked.

"We're just a support group."

"A support group that panicked out when they found out who Potter was."

"Yes I was wondering about that too."

Gerald grimaced. "Okay we might be more than just a support group." He paused and Harry waved his hand, beckoning him to continue. "It's a long story, but basically, we're a group that specializes in the rights of no-maj borns. That tends to draw some negative attention, so we usually stay anonymous. Hence the AA thing. Mark and I, as you know, are legit and Jordan was too. For everyone else, the whole thing is just a cover."

Harry ran a hand through his messy hair. "Detective Decker will probably want to stake out your meetings to see if anyone takes note of who was there or if anyone gets taken right after the meetings, but everyone apparates, right?"

"Pretty much everyone, yeah."

Harry straightened, seemingly preparing for something. "I have a proposition for you." He waited for a response, but both Draco and Gerald remained silent. Finally, he just forged ahead. "Since it is most likely that someone in the group is somehow involved in these killings, I want to send Malfoy undercover in your private meetings."

"Won't he be just as in danger in the group? What can he do to find a leak that I can't?"

Draco managed to shake off the shock that Harry's proposal had induced. "I'm actually wondering the same thing. What exactly are you hoping to gain from this Potter?"

"Your investigative training will help," Harry said. "And of course this." He moved towards Draco.

—-

Chloe peered out the car window from the street in front of Mr. Grant's home as Lucifer chomped on a package of nuts. From what she could see, the three of them were just standing and talking in what looked like a living room. The conversation seemed pretty serious, but that was understandable given the ongoing murder investigation.

"Kind of them to talk in front of a window, wasn't it, Detective?" Lucifer said through a mouthful of almonds.

Chloe shushed him. It looked like the conversation was heating up, especially for Draco who seemed extremely uncomfortable. Lucifer jumped and spilled his almonds when Harry suddenly grabbed at Draco's arm and pulled up his sleeve.

Chloe gasped. "Is that?"

Lucifer gaped at the window, almonds completely forgotten. "Well, well, well, now things are really getting interesting."

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