When they return to the precinct, Lieutenant Martin is waiting for them with his arms crossed.

"Oh, look. It's Lieutenant Holier-Than-Thou." Joy hears Sam mutter to his father. "I guess I should have had you write me a note this morning."

Joy fights not to roll her eyes.

If Lieutenant Martin has heard his cousin, he ignores him. "Hanna Carter is currently in my office." He informs them quietly. "She received a death threat."

Joy frowns. "A death threat?"

Lieutenant Martin hands her a piece of paper. On it are letters cut out of magazines, spelling out: You're Next. A picture of Caitlyn Summers lying dead on the floor is taped below the message.

"First a stiletto heel, then a tiara; now magazine cut outs and a Polaroid." Sam remarks with disapproval. "Our murderer went from being creative to cliché."

"Perhaps there's a method to their madness." Lucifer quips with a smile.

Sam adds, "I suppose only time will tell." Father and son grin at each other.

"Whoever sent this," Joy interrupts them before they can really get going. "must have known Hanna was looking into the bribery scandal." To the Lieutenant, she asks, "When did she get the threat?"

"She says someone slipped it under her hotel door this morning. She didn't want to tell anyone, but one of the pageant contestants found out and convinced her to come in." He answers.

Sam takes the paper out of Joy's hands. "We should have Gabby see if she can get any prints off of this." He tells her. Meanwhile, Lucifer has turned to Lieutenant.

"We missed you at the party last night, Charlie." To his credit, Lucifer may give his nephew the occasional good-natured tease, but he doesn't poke at him as much as his son does. "Your invitation get lost in the mail?"

The Lieutenant smiles warmly at his uncle. "No, I'm afraid I just had a lot of paperwork to catch up on last night. Maybe next time, Uncle Luci." His gaze turns stern when he looks back at Sam. "And don't think I forgot you showed up late today, Sam."

"Dock my pay, if it bothers you that much." Sam replies insolently. "It's not like our victim was about to get up and dust himself off after getting stabbed in the head."

Joy quickly intercedes. "Let's get Hanna and her friend in one of the interview rooms. Maybe they have some idea of who this was." She taps the paper.

"I'll bring them in." The Lieutenant says with an annoyed glance in Sam's direction.

Joy decides, after a brief internal debate, that it's probably better for her own sanity if she doesn't get involved in Sam and the Lieutenant's issues. Instead, she says, "I wonder if Hanna knows more about this scandal than she let on. You don't get death threats just because you're kind of looking into it."

Sam seems just as eager to get back to the case. "Maybe she got too close, and this is our killer's way of making her back off."

After dropping the paper off at Gabby's lab to check for prints, the three of them head to the interview room.

Inside they find Hanna and one of the pageant contestants, a lovely woman with a mane of jet-black hair. She watches them as Sam and Joy sit across from her, Lucifer taking up a position against the wall.

"Three cops against two women seems a bit much." She says. Her grey eyes flicker back and for the between Sam and Lucifer. "Weren't you two at the hotel yesterday?"

Lucifer smiles at her. "Ah, beautiful and intelligent." He says. It's hard to tell if he's ignoring her chilly tone or just oblivious to it. "Quite the combination."

Sam also doesn't seem perturbed by the woman's scowl. "Yes, we were at the hotel yesterday. And I don't believe we caught your name, Ms…?"

"Jacqueline. Jacqueline Harris." She folds her arms in a businesslike way on the table. "You were asking questions about that pageant judge who was murdered, Ben-something." She confirms.

"B-but it wasn't Ben in the picture, it was Caitlyn!" Hanna blurts out fearfully. "I don't understand…"

"Unfortunately, it looks like Caitlyn Summers was also murdered sometime yesterday afternoon." Joy tells the other woman as gently as she can.

"Oh." Hanna covers her hand with her mouth.

Jaqueline stiffens. "I hope you didn't drag Hanna in here just to accuse her of murder." She says in a steely voice. Joy blinks—she didn't expect this level of hostility from a pageant contestant. "Last I checked, murderers don't send death threats to themselves."

"We're just trying to piece everything together." Joy splays her hands out, placating. Sam's tilted his head to the side, studying the other woman with interest. He looks like he's trying to find the solution to a puzzle.

Jaqueline's well-groomed brows come together. "You mean trying to make your case, even when all your evidence is circumstantial." She accuses.

Sam snaps his fingers, his expression triumphant. "You're a lawyer." He says appreciatively.

The woman is momentarily startled. "Yes. I work at Alston and Bird. Surprised?" She asks Joy snidely. Apparently, Joy didn't hide her shock quite in time. "I suppose you expected me to work at the beauty counter in Macy's, or at a nail salon."

At the mention of nails, Joy's eyes drop to the woman's hands on the table. But she doesn't seem to be missing a nail, or to have hastily repainted them—her understated, peach-hued fingernails are just as flawless as the rest of her.

"My partner is merely curious as to why a lawyer who works in contract law would be interested in a murder investigation. Alston and Bird deal mostly in white collar crime, after all." Sam says, giving the woman a cool smile. "My sister's a prosecutor. Unless Hanna here hired you on as her defense attorney, what exactly is your reason to be here?"

Joy tries not to feel pleased at Sam's support of her. She managed just fine on her own when she was in Narcotics-she never needed a partner to stick up for her then.

The other woman gapes, thrown off by Sam's question. "I'm here because Hanna is my friend." She finally says. It sounds like the truth. "Hanna actually cares about us-the contestants." She clarifies. "Greenwood doesn't. We're nothing more than pretty ornaments to dress up for this ridiculous pageant of hers."

"If it's so ridiculous, then why enter?" Joy asks.

Jacqueline shrugs. "It seemed like fun. You don't get to wear ball gowns when you practice law, not if you want to be taken seriously. And it was fun, before all the judges started getting murdered. When Hanna showed me the death threat she'd gotten, I knew the first thing the police were going to do was try and pin it on her." She adds with a disdainful look at Joy and Sam. "I may not have much experience in criminal law, but I thought I could at least keep you from bullying her."

"Listen, we're all on the same side here." Joy tries to calm the other woman down. "We just want to find out who sent Hanna the death threat."

"I don't know who it was." Hanna lays a gentle hand on Jaqueline's arm. "Someone must have slipped it under my door after I went to bed. I didn't even see it until this morning."

"Did you tell anyone else you were looking into the bribery scandal?"

"What bribery scandal?" Jaqueline asks sharply.

"Last year someone bribed the judges to fix the results of the pageant." Hanna answers wearily. She turns to Joy. "And no, I just told Ben."

"Do you know if he ever found out anything?" Sam asks.

"No, I don't-" Hanna's eyes widen. "Wait. He called me a few days ago, said he wanted to talk to me. I thought it was just about the pageant." Her voice rises, panicky.

"That doesn't prove she had anything to do with his death." Jaqueline reminds them firmly.

"We know that." Joy says, a little irritably. She's getting tired of the other woman's attempts at being a defense attorney. "But if he uncovered something about who was bribing the judges, that might be why he was killed." She turns back to Hanna. "Did he say anything else?"

"No, just that he wanted to talk to me alone, and that he would meet with me at his church. I guess he felt safer talking there." Hanna's eyes fill with tears. "I was going to meet with him, but Erica sent me on a list of errands and I completely forgot about it. It's my fault he was in there."

"No, It's not." Joy assures her.

"Perhaps we should try my way." Lucifer breaks in impatiently. He rests his hip on the table, his hands in his lap as he gives Hanna one of his most charming smiles. "Tell me, darling, just what is it that you desire?"

Joy recognizes the slavish, glazed expressions on both Hanna and Jaqueline's faces. She has no idea what Lucifer does to get such reactions, but it's moments like this she's grateful for being put on some sort of "do not hypnotize" list.

"I want this pageant to be over." Hanna says.

"I want to quit my job." Jaqueline says at the same time.

They blink, as if coming out of a trance.

Lucifer slides off the table. "There we are. Did you see that," He tells his son smugly. "Two at once!"

"Sitting right here, Dad." Sam replies, amused.

Hanna turns to her friend. "You never told me you wanted to quit your job."

Jacqueline still looks rather dazed. "I hadn't told anyone." She says faintly. "I-I entered this pageant because I thought, if I won, I could use the money to get a fresh start. I didn't plan on saying anything, in case I didn't win." She stares at Lucifer as if she hasn't ever met anyone like him.

Joy knows the feeling.

"Ok, let's focus on you." Sam points at Hanna. "What do you mean, you just want the pageant to be over?"

Hanna bites a fingernail, her dark eyes anxious. "I only took this job to pad my resume." She admits. "My last few gigs as a PA have only been part-time, so I was hoping this would give me a little more experience. Along with some extra cash." She adds. Fear clouds her expression. "Now all these people have died, and I'm getting threats shoved under my door...I just want tomorrow to be over and done with."

Joy can't help but feel sympathy for the poor woman. If she were in Hanna's shoes, she'd probably feel the same way.

"She wouldn't have even brought the death threat to the police's attention if I hadn't told her to." Jaqueline explains to them. She gives Hanna a chiding glance. "She said it would have ruined the pageant's credibility."

"It would have." Hanna protests. "If this got out, they might have to cancel the pageant, and all that hard work would be ruined."

Jaqueline sighs in exasperation. "That's doubtful. The other contestants and I tried to get Greenwood to cancel the pageant after we heard what happened to the first judge, but she wouldn't go for it."

"Did she say why?" Joy asks. She would think after having one of her judges killed, Greenwood would be more interested in saving face than showing off a bunch of made-up women in evening gowns.

Jaqueline sneers. "Something stupid about the show must go on or whatever. She probably just didn't want to lose her sponsors."

"It takes a lot of money to put on a pageant." Hanna says in a conciliatory tone. "The location, the crew, the grand prize...all of it comes from private sponsors."

"Who would want to be reimbursed if the pageant was cancelled." Joy finishes. "Not to mention all the contestants who would want to be refunded their entry fees…"

"All in all, you're talking thousands of dollars." Hanna nods. "And poor Erica's reputation would be shot to hell."

"As if Hell isn't overcrowded enough already." Lucifer agrees sympathetically.

Both Jacqueline and Hanna blink at him.

Sam leans forward, drawing the women's attention back towards him. "Did you tell your boss about the death threat, Hanna?" He asks.

Hanna nods. "I did, after Jaqueline said I should." She bites at another nail. "Erica said I should take the night of the pageant off, just to be safe."

"I tried to convince Greenwood to at least postpone the pageant until after you caught whoever sent the death threat." Jaqueline chimes in. Her expression is scornful. "She said it was unnecessary, that Hanna would be just fine so long as she stayed home. It was like she didn't even care."

"She does care." Hanna protests. "She does, but there's just so much to do, and what with two of the judges being killed...she probably just had a lot on her mind."

Jacqueline doesn't look convinced.

Joy isn't either. If Greenwood cared half as much about her assistant as she did the rest of the pageant, she should have been the one to recommend going to the police, not Jacqueline.

Sam angles his head in Hanna's direction. "Did your boss know you were looking into the whole bribery thing?"

A line appears between Hanna's brows. "Not really. I didn't want her to think I was criticizing her. This pageant is her baby, she's been working as its coordinator for almost five years. She was a pageant contestant too, you know, back in the day. If she knew about the rumors, it would break her heart."

Something about this teases at Joy's memory, but she doesn't have time to pinpoint what it is. "Do you have someplace to go, Hanna? A friend, or family member you can stay with?"

Hanna shakes her head. "I live alone, and most of my family lives out of state." Her face turns white. "Do you think he knows where I live? The guy who sent the death threat?"

"Can't you people offer her police protection or something?" Jacqueline demands.

"We can do that." Sam says, though he sounds distracted.

Joy recognizes the look on her partner's face. He's chewing over something, and is no longer concentrating on the two women sitting across from them.

Joy leans towards Hanna. "We can post a few uniforms outside your home, Hanna." She tells the other woman reassuringly. "Though it would be better if you could spend the next night or two in a hotel."

Hanna looks like she's about to cry. "I can't afford it."

Jaqueline squeezes her hand. "You can bunk with me in my hotel room." She says generously. She turns to Joy. "That will be alright, won't it?"

Sam gets to his feet before Joy can respond. "Make sure nobody knows she's in there." he says. "We don't want the killer coming after both of you."

Jacqueline pales- it's obvious she hadn't thought of that-but nods. "We'll disguise her." Her smile is rueful. "I've gotten pretty good at make-up over the past few weeks."

"Seriously?" Sam exclaims when they enter Gabby's lab and find the Lieutenant leaning against the table. "Do you babysit all the other detectives, or am I just special?"

"I was just visiting Gabby." The Lieutenant straightens up. "But since I am here, what's your take on Hanna? Could she be the killer?"

Sam frowns, but Joy can see him considering his cousin's question. "It'd be pretty clever of her, writing herself a death threat." He turns to Gabby. "Anything on the letter? Prints?"

Gabby shakes her head. "All I can tell you is that it was made with the hotel stationary. There's a watermark, see?" She points to the letter, now encased in an evidence bag on the table. "Whoever made it must have been wearing gloves."

"Why would she send herself a death threat?" Joy asks, annoyed. "She was the one who wanted to look into the bribery scam in the first place."

"She sounds infatuated with that Greenwood woman." Lucifer leans against the far wall and takes out his flask. Joy sees resignation flicker across his nephew-the-Lieutenant's face. "Perhaps she made up this whole charade as a way to protect her."

"Two dead people is hardly a charade, Lucifer." Joy says, exasperated. "And that doesn't make sense. Why would she want to protect her boss? It's not like Greenwood is going out of her way to protect her."

"It doesn't have to make sense." He points out reasonably. "I had a case once-"

"You and Mom had a case once." Sam corrects him quietly.

Some strong emotion crosses Lucifer's face, but he just shrugs. "Yes, that. Anyway, a singer's life was being threatened-I forget the girl's name" He flaps a hand dismissively. "X-something-or-other."

Gabby braces her arms on the lab table. "Axara?" She says helpfully.

"Yes, that was the one." Lucifer continues triumphantly. "As I was saying, she had this friend who arranged a fake attack on the singer during one of her rehearsals. Or it was supposed to be fake, she ended up killing one of the back-up dancers by mistake. Turns out that she didn't mean to kill anyone, she was just trying to get Axara to quit singing because she thought it was too dangerous."

It has the ring of a story that's been told a few times. Sure enough, behind Lucifer, the Lieutenant looks politely bored, and Gabby's eyes have glazed over. Sam didn't even bother to pretend to listen-he's been tapping on his phone, though Joy notes he swiftly returns it to his pocket before his father can catch him.

Meanwhile, Joy tries to make sense of Lucifer's story. "Ok, so you think Hanna has been killing the judges because…"

Lucifer's pitying expression says that he finds her rather slow on the uptake. "She didn't want to tarnish her beloved mentor's reputation with the bribery scandal. She killed the two judges to keep them from talking, and sent herself a death threat to cover it all up."

"That's an…interesting theory." Joy says when it's clear Lucifer's done and waiting for praise. "But it doesn't track for me. If Greenwood was Hanna's friend at all, she would have called the cops when she heard about the death threat." She taps the letter thoughtfully. "And Hanna's fear seemed pretty legitimate."

"As was her guilt over Ben Gray's death." Sam nods at her. "No, I don't think it was Hanna, either. It doesn't feel right." He studies the letter in the evidence bag. "But maybe she can help us catch the killer."

The Lieutenant narrows his eyes at Sam. "I hope you're not insinuating we use civilians to help with police work."

Sam clicks his tongue at his cousin. "Touchy, touchy." He drawls. "But no, I'm not. Hanna is going to spend the night in Jaqueline's room. Whoever the killer is, we know that they're part of the pageant."

"They probably heard that Greenwood told Hanna to stay home tomorrow night." Joy agrees.

"And they know that Hanna has gone to the police about the death threat. They'll be anticipating a protective detail outside her home the night of the pageant, which gives them only a small window to get the job done." Sam's talking fast, as if he's explaining his plan at the same time that he's formulating it. "If Hanna does what I told her, and doesn't let anyone other than Jaqueline know she's staying at the hotel instead of going home…"

"The murderer will probably drop by tonight to finish the job." Joy smiles grimly. "And we'll have them."

"It's a stakeout, then." Lucifer says brightly. "Excellent, I haven't done one of those in ages."

The Lieutenant nods. "That sounds like a solid plan."

"You don't need to act so surprised." Sam complains with a glare.

The Lieutenant ignores him. "I'll send a few plainclothes officers to the hotel, just in case word gets out that Hanna's there. Just as a back-up." He tells Joy. "I'll go make the call. Sam, need you in my office." Without waiting for a response, he stalks out.

"He probably just wants to chew me out for being a few minutes late." Sam mutters. He flings the death threat back onto the table. "Don't you dare leave without me." He calls back over his shoulder.

Gabby leans towards Joy. "You think they're bad now, you should have heard them back when they were partners." She tells her in an undertone.

Joy thinks it's a miracle that the two cousins managed to work together without murdering each other.

The forensic scientist gives her a contemplative stare. "We missed you at dinner on Sunday, you know."

Joy's face heats up. Too aware of Lucifer's eyes boring into the back of her head, she says, "Oh, I'm sorry. I had some stuff to do and I didn't want to impose-"

Gabby's amber eyes widen behind her glasses. "Impose? What are you talking about? You know you're welcome any time." Her face brightens. "Hey, why don't you come over to my place this weekend? We can watch a movie, or...I know!" She claps her hands excitedly. "Karaoke Night! Sam has a killer sound system set up."

Lucifer makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle.

"Ah…" Desperate, Joy latches on to the first thing she can think of. "Wait, Sam's sound system? Do you two live together?"

It wouldn't be entirely unexpected, Joy thinks. After all, Sam and Gabby have been best friends since childhood.

But Gabby is shaking her head. "Oh, no, we don't live together. You see, after Aunt Chloe died-" her eyes flick nervously to Lucifer, "Sam moved back into his old house. You know, to take care of things."

To take care of his father, Joy translates, noting the way Lucifer's eyes shutter. He's moved away from the two of them, taking another large sip from his flask.

Gabby continues with brittle cheerfulness, "Since the lease was already paid on his condo, he lets me live there rent-free. He was even nice enough to leave most of his furniture-which is great, because I was sharing an apartment at the time and didn't have any of my own." She grins. "You should definitely come over." Her voice drops to a stage whisper. "He has a jacuzzi tub."

Of course he does.

Joy forces an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Gabby, but I got a lot of stuff to get done this weekend."

Her friend's shoulder droops. "Oh, no, it's ok. Some other time?"

"Sure." The lie feels bitter on her tongue.

It's better this way, she reminds herself even as guilt tugs at her belly. Today has shown her that it would be a good idea to keep her distance.

Sam and Gabby have been friends for their whole lives. And as much as they bicker, it's clear to anyone that Sam and the Lieutenant are more like brothers than cousins. With Lucifer now brought back into the fold, it will only be a matter of time before they all realize that Joy, no matter how welcome, is an outsider.

She's used to being on her own. Hell, she likes it. She was never one for extravagant get-togethers or karaoke nights. And she didn't even want to think about all this Devil/Son-Of-The-Devil nonsense that Sam and Lucifer seem to be so committed to.

Yes, the more she keeps her life separate from theirs, the easier her life will be.

"Is this going to be a lecture on the merits of punctuality?" Sam asks as he follows Charlie into his office. "If it is, try to keep it short. I'm late for another appointment."

Since he feels like he's been called into the principal's office, he leans into it by sprawling into one of the two leather chairs facing the Lieutenant's desk, one leg hooked over the arm. The picture of irreverence.

"No, this isn't about your tardiness this morning." His cousin replies. He sits down and folds his hands over the top of the desk. "Though I am curious. Why were you late?"

"Couldn't find my phone."

His cousin raises an eyebrow. "I thought the rule was to always bring a burner phone to your father's parties?" One corner of his mouth quirks up in a knowing smile.

Being the sons of immortal, celestial beings wasn't always easy, so over time, Sam and Charlie had created a set of ever-expanding rules for when it came to handling their fathers. Some were mutually exclusive, like the aforementioned rule of bringing a burner phone to his father's parties-a rule brought on by the loss of several phones over the years. Other rules pertained to both fathers-like the rule to never ask for help with history homework, created when Sam and Charlie were children and learned the hard way that eyewitness testimony was unreliable even among angels.

Honestly, it has been so long since his father threw a party, Sam's a little surprised that his cousin remembered the phone rule.

"It is, but it's not like he told me in advance." He grouses good-naturedly. "I went over there to check on him and before I knew it, the place was a madhouse." He swipes a pen off of Charlie's desk and fiddles with it. "Why did you call me in, then?"

Because he knows it will irk his cousin, Sam places the pen on the desk in a different spot, and is rewarded when his cousin reaches out and meticulously moves it back to its original position on his desk.

"I got a phone call from my mother."

"Good for you."

Charlie shoots him a bland look. "She sounded...off. I asked what was bothering her, and while she couldn't tell me all the details, I got the impression that it had something to do with her recent session with Uncle Luci." He watches Sam carefully.

Sam may give his cousin a hard time, but even he wouldn't mock a son's genuine concern for his mother.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it." He reassures his cousin, sitting up in his chair. "Dad just told her about returning to Heaven." He snorts. "Knowing him, he probably sprung it on her without any warning."

His cousin's normally stoic countenance relaxes a fraction. "That must have been it." He leans back in his chair. "So, he finally talked to someone about it. That's good. I didn't like hiding it from everyone."

"It's not like I asked you to." Sam is quick to retort.

Charlie inclines his head in his usual, sanctimonious fashion. "No, but it didn't feel right to tell people before he did." His cousin tilts his head. "What about you?"

"You mean did I tell anyone other than you my grand plan to get the Devil back into Heaven? No, unlike some people who shall remain nameless," He stares pointedly at his cousin, "I've been a little busy making sure it actually happens. Now, if you'll excuse me," Sam gets up out of his chair, "I'll get back to it."

"Not that." Charlie's voice freezes him in place. "I was talking about you ruling Hell."

Sam shoves his panic back down where it belongs, careful not to let any of it show in his expression. As part of his deal with his Grandfather, Sam agreed to take over rulership of Hell when his father finally went back to Heaven.

Feigning nonchalance, he shrugs. "Can't say I've given it much thought these past few weeks." Hasn't allowed himself to give it much thought.

"I'll take that to mean you haven't told anyone yet." Charlie sighs. "You know you're going to have to tell them sooner or later."

Them. Meaning their whole family.

Anxiety is now churning in his gut, making him curt. "Well, I was planning on surprising everyone by putting up a banner, maybe throwing a bloody parade, but shucks," he snaps his fingers, "I just haven't had the time. But when I finally get a chance to pull it all together, you'll be the first to know."

He spins on his heel to storm out, but Charlie's voice stops him again.

"I understand you're nervous, Sam, but the longer you hold off, the harder it will be to tell them." Charlie's expression is oddly compassionate. "Is it because you're afraid they'll turn away from you? Because that won't happen."

Sam whirls around. "You do realize you're not a therapist, right? I know it's confusing, what with your mother being one and all-"

"Perhaps that's a good idea." Charlie interrupts, getting to his feet. "Maybe you should talk to a real therapist about all this. I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind." His mouth twitches. "After all, you are the son of her favorite client, as well as her nephew."

Just the thought of what his aunt might say, how she'll react, causes Sam to break out into a cold sweat. True, he willingly made the deal to take over Hell in exchange for his father's return to Heaven. And he fully intends to honor that deal.

But still, the idea of talking about it with anyone, even his own father, is absolutely terrifying.

"Thanks, but no thanks." He tells Charlie shortly. "I'll tell people about the whole..." He waves his hands, searching for the words, "taking-over-Hell thing, eventually. One piece of life-changing news at a time, Cousin." He adds when Charlie opens his mouth to protest. "Let's allow everyone the chance to get used to the idea of my father returning to Heaven, first."

Charlie throws up his hands, relenting. "All right. Fine. We'll do it your way." He smiles. "You know, these past couples of minutes have reminded me of when you and I were partners. Almost makes me miss it."

Sam does not smile back. He still hasn't entirely forgiven his cousin for accepting the promotion to Lieutenant at a time when he needed him to have his back.

"Well, luckily for me, I have a new partner. A more attractive one, too." He pretends to check his watch. "And she's probably wondering what's taking me so long."

"All right, we're done. But let me know when you plan on telling the family about taking over Hell." Charlie sits back down behind his desk, though his eyes remain on Sam.

"Why would I do that?"

Charlie studies him. "Because I'd like to come with you...you know, for moral support."

Sam feels a strange mixture of exasperation and affection wash through him. Classic Charlie. Just when he was all ready to stalk off, his cousin goes and says something like that.

He gives his cousin a small, grateful smile. "All right. I'll let you know. Now," He goes to the door and gives Charlie a mock salute, "I have a murderer to catch."