In a ritzy hotel room somewhere in the city

Bradley smiled as he took a sip of the very expensive Champaign he had ordered. "Nice" he said to himself. "Even more so since Bertha isn't here to spoil things. Or Regina with her puppy dog eyes and simpering demeanor. Even Annalise was starting to get a tad clingy. Well – that won't be a problem for much longer."

"Because you think the cops are going to blame everything on her or her gang-banger daddy?" a sarcastic voice replied. Before Bradley had a chance to react a toned arm shot out and grabbed him out of his chair, sending him hurtling towards the door. "Hate to break it to you but that's probably not even in the cards right now."

Bradley looked up to see a beautiful woman in dark clothing standing over him, playing with what he recognized as a Karambit knife (seen briefly in an episode of some knife making show on TV) in each hand. "Who the bloody hell are you and how did you get in my room!"

The woman shrugged, a bored expression on her face. "Name is Mazikeen. Someone sent me to find you and put you on ice for a while. You did a pretty good job of hiding your tacks from the cops – but I've tracked a lot harder and smarter than you." She aimed a well-placed kick at his ribs, keeping him from trying to get up and confront her. "I kind of dig the whole idea of hiding in plain sight, especially the part where you registered under an identity you've been building up for a while. Pity you slipped up by paying a guard at your home office to make your car disappear into gang territory to through the cops off. That was the first place I started my search, by the way. At your home office. Your move to hide might fool most people – but not me."

"Did Bertha send you to find me?" Bradley asked, trying to keep calm in the face of his attacker. He glanced around furtively, looking for something he could use as a weapon.

Maze rolled her eyes and grabbed his ankle, dragging the stunned man into the center of the room. "Don't know any Bertha. At least not here I don't. The ones I knew – well let's just say they weren't exactly a fun time for all. Lucifer sent me, said he needed to put you on ice and that's what's going to happen."

Bradley rolled suddenly and made a mad leap for the door. Maze, sighing in annoyance, grabbed up the Champaign bottle and sent it crashing down on his head. The man dropped where he lay, blood pouting from the back of his skull. She examined him with care, wondering how long he would last with that gash and the very pronounced dent in this head. "Dang it" she muttered. "Forgot this was a real bottle and not some sugar glass thing used on a Hollywood film set. Guess now I have to carry him" Maze grumbled, poking the still figure on the floor. "Or maybe…" She looked around the opulent hotel room and grinned. "Maybe I can make the best of a pretty cozy situation. And with any luck he won't die on me until Lucifer is finished with whatever it is he's doing."

In the streets of L.A. – gang territory

Amenadiel walked quickly down the dingy streets of the warehouse area, Linda's words still ringing in his ears. "I don't know WHAT Lucifer is up to but he said to tell you to find Mad Dog Gibson and bring him to the Cecil hotel by midnight. He's holding what he called a parley with all the suspects in this case in the room where Elisa Lam stayed before her death. You have GOT to find Gibson and get him there before Lucifer loses it and does something you, Chloe or I cannot cover up or fix."

His "discussion" with one of the employee's at Gibson's Café had been short and to the point. "There's an abandoned warehouse used as a chop shop. Signage on the front says it belonged to some Italian shipping company that went out of business when the gangs moved in. That's where Mad Dog went. But you won't be able to talk to him. He's on a mission."

"So am I" Amenadiel muttered, spying the correct facility just a hundred yards ahead of him. "I hope Luci knows what he's doing."
Sighing he clenched his fits and ran for the door only to pull up short as it opened and his target stepped out.

"Looking for me?" Gibson called out somberly. "You're Amenadiel, right? Det. Espinoza's friend? Come to tell me LAPD has found my daughter. You're a little late. Got a call at the diner from someone in Missing Persons who said she was in some rich man's cabin in Napa waiting on her sugar daddy to come home. Guess she's more her momma's girl than I thought. Guess it was in her DNA all the time. That bitch of a mother of hers sold me out to the cops then moved in with some guy with money - at least until he threw her out for being a whore."

Amenadiel sighed, hearing the anger behind the calm voice. "I'm not here to debate the morality of your former girlfriend's actions or those of your daughter. I'm here to ask you to come with me to a meeting being setup by my brother."

Gibson sneered. "You're brother? He some type of cop like Espinoza and you?"

"I'm not a cop and neither is my brother though we both do consult with LAPD on occasion. And that's what he's doing right now. He thinks he knows who killed Annalise's podcast partner and maybe trying to set her to take the fall. At least – that's what I think he's trying to do. And he needs to get all of his possible suspects in one room to do it in."

Gibson glared and the dark-skinned man in front of him. "So he thinks I'm behind this?"

Amenadiel shook his head firmly. "No – but if I know Lucifer he probably wants to make use of your "reputation" to keep everyone in line until he can get the whole story from them."

"He does know there's a good chance I'll make one of them pay for what has happened, right?"

The angel shrugged. "I don't honestly think he cares. He believes in punishing the wicked so he'll do whatever it takes to make sure he's got the right body to blame for all the evils that he's seen. After that – I suspect he'll wash his hands of the whole thing and let the cops or you handle the rest."

Gibson smiled coldly. "I think I'm going to like your brother. So where is this meeting taking place?"

"At the Cecil." Amenadiel shifted from one foot to the other. "I guess he figures with its reputation no one will be in too much of a hurry to investigate any odd noises or events that might happen tonight."

Gibson jerked his thumb at a beat-up Jeep parked in the alley. "What are we waiting for them? Let's get on the road." He climbed into the driver's seat and watched as Amenadiel slid into the passenger side. "So, Lucifer? Your brother's name is really Lucifer?"

"It's a long story."

At the precinct

Dan hung up the phone with a curse. "Still no sign of Bradley. Any word from the uniforms looking for Gibson?"

Chloe shook her head. "No – but I suspect they aren't really looking all that hard. Word I got from the Gang unit is that Gibson has a bad reputation with beat cops. Many of them on the street where his diner is located are scared to even get close to the place."

"Guy's supposedly been out of the life for all of Annalise's life yet his reputation still follows him." Dan glanced down at the various properties owned by Bradley's investment firm. "Our possible next victim could be in any one of these – or none. We only have the script from some old film noir that makes us believe he's the ladies next target."

"And we still don't know why they would have killed Milton" Chloe mused, staring at the paperwork on her desk.

"You know the background check I did on Milton says his family have been running cons on people for years but nothing says they ever killed anyone. Yet he's really the only one of the lot that doesn't have a solid alibi for the night his brother-in-law was killed."

"He and Annalise" Chloe corrected absently.

"I'm not buying that she turned killer on someone that seemed to be on her side of things." Dan replied. "She seemed surprised and pretty broken up when we told her McIntyre was dead. And the Napa cops said they had people tell them she's been in and out of that cabin for weeks. Seems on long way to go to kills someone for no real reason."

"He could have told her dad what she was up to" Chloe pointed out.

"Yeah but that's only if he knew. From what Gabriel said McIntyre only knew about his brother-in-law and his boss's wife playing hanky-panky between the sheets not Annalise."

"Do we have any location on Mrs. McIntyre and Mrs. Bradley?" Chloe asked, moving papers absently around the desk.

"They've fallen off the radar as well along with that Simonton women, the manager of the Cecil." Dan frowned as his cell phone lit up again, this time with a familiar name. "What the bloody hell does she want?" he asked. "And how did she get my number?"

"Hey, Espinoza" Maze's voice called from his cell. "I'm texting you an address. Better get here soon, not sure how long this dude is going to be conscious but you MIGHT want to talk to him about your murder at the Cecil case." A text message flashed on his screen as the connection went dead.

"What did Maze want?" Chloe asked, suspiciously.

"I think she might have found one of our missing suspects" he replied, handing her the phone. "I'm just not sure which one."

Chloe grabbed her jacket as she moved towards the door. "Then we'd better find out quick before she takes matters into her own hands."

"I'm betting she already has" Dan replied, following closely behind her. "And I'm betting Lucifer had something to do with what she's done."