Chloe walked away quickly, avoiding looking into Lucifer's eyes. A quick flash of memory – of Father Kinley trying to talk to her at a café in Rome came and went. The situation with Pierce and then with Father Kinley still occasionally loomed up with Lucifer, making any interaction between the detective and her partner uneasy at best. He still didn't understand her panicked reaction to seeing his "Devil" face and realizing everything he had told her was true. Despite Linda's best efforts to get them to talk about their shared experience during the shoot-out with Pierce and with Chloe's retreat to Rome, neither she nor Lucifer had been willing to take the plunge – especially after she had heard what had happened to Kinley. "Great" she muttered to herself. "Father Kinley wasn't bad enough. Now some wannabe priest maybe responsible for a disappearance and a murder. What's next – a demon infestation of L.A.?"

"Those stupid wankers wouldn't dare" Lucifer replied quietly, following her out to the car. "They know what I would do to them if they showed themselves in the mortal realm." His eyes flashed red briefly.

Chloe turned back to her partner. "Can't believe I'm asking this but - Have they ever made an appearance here? Maybe in the Cecil? It would explain a few things."

Lucifer sighed. "No – it wouldn't. Mankind is its own worst enemy – they don't need any help from the demonic to do bad things. Men can do bad all on their own. And despite all the unfortunate events at that down on its luck hotel, none of them were the result with a meeting between humans and the hell bound."

Chloe frowned, her natural skepticism raging in the back of her head at the fact she was even TALKING about a supernatural cause for ANYTHING. "Fine. Whatever you say. But we still need to find this Gabe character and see what his issues are with Annalise and my victim. First stop – his uncle's he can us why he was so interested in what Annalise and McIntyre were digging up about the Cecil. "

"Oh Good" Lucifer replied with a smile. "I wonder what Mr. Bradley's deepest desires are? I'm sure, like most wealthy men, they are quite boringly ordinary."

Chloe rolled her eyes and started back down the street. "I can only hope so but with the twists and turns of this case – I'm not making bet on it."

At the diner

Dan looked down at his cup of coffee, mulling some of what he had learned from Mad Dog Gibson. "I wonder if this Gabe person might have met Annalise at University. Maybe he's a frat boy interested in Annalise and not happy about some older guy making time with her."

"I'm going to assume" Amenadiel responded, pushing away his own beverage "that your murder victim met the girl through his wife and discovered they had a mutual interest in the Cecil. Maybe that's where you should begin – with that web group that Mr. John McIntyre was a part of. They all seemed to be very interested in the disappearance of this young woman before his death. And now…"

"And now they have even more to talk about" Dan replied with a shrug. "I'm not sure how much trust I put in those internet sleuth types. You know they hounded one guy over the death of that Canadian woman, Elisa Lam."

"Death metal rocker that was accused on the web of having something to do with the woman's death even though he wasn't in the country at the time of her disappearance" Amenadiel quipped. "Linda pulled up the story on Wikipedia for me. Her death was sad but how the story spiraled out of control was even sadder."

Dan rose and tossed a bill on the table. "Welcome to the Digital Age. All it takes in one posting somewhere to go viral and the story, warts and all, blows up in everyone's faces." He and the angel quietly signaled goodbye to the cashier and left the diner, walking the block to where Dan's car was parked. "What do you think of Annalise's father back there?"

Amenadiel looked at his companion in confusion. "Why do you ask?"

"Guy had a scary-ass reputation when he was in prison. Blackmail, drug smuggling, trafficking even murder. He was his gang's go-to guy for cleanup of problems. Part of why no one in Missing Persons was too interested in looking for his daughter - probably figured she's seen something and made a break for it while she could." Dan glanced back at the diner, making a note of the figure watching them through the door. "If I hadn't pulled his jacket – not sure I'd have pegged him for one of the bad guys."

Amenadiel shrugged. "Being a parent can change people."

"Maybe" Dan replied quietly. "But maybe not."

"You think he had something to do with his daughter's disappearance?"

"I think we need to see if he had any contact with McIntyre after that night he saw him with Annalise."

Back at the precinct

Ella watched as a well-dressed, middle-aged woman stopped at the elevator looking lost. "Can I help you?"

The woman smiled, perfect white teeth in a wrinkled, tanned face. "Yes, I've come to see Det. Decker. I'm Doctor Harris. I was Annalise Gibson's faculty adviser. I found something in my email this morning that I thought Det. Decker should see."

"Chloe is out of the office right now but I'm working the forensics on this case with her. Maybe you could leave what you found with me?" Ellla replied with a smile.

Dr. Harris fished a small external hard-drive from her large purse and handed it to the tech. "I was looking through the area where Annalise usually worked and found this. I ran the contents and it appears to have the podcasts she had planned on using as part of her final project – the ones that centered on the Cecil hotel. It's mostly just history and random comments made between her and her co-host, a friend who was helping her put the project together."

"Who was her co-host?" Ella asked, hefting the drive thoughtfully in one hand.

"The husband of a former member of Anna's sorority – a Mr. John McIntyre."