Chapter 19: Bull-Headed
Lucifer was bored. This wasn't a new sensation; working with the police was frequently boring. There was so much tedious plodding along; finding new leads, testing old leads, waiting for approval to make a move...it just went on and on. Lucifer had to admit that while he had also found parts of Hell boring, at least it wasn't slow. He never had to wait for approval from anyone in Hell. He was the approval, he did what he liked.
Ordinarily, when the Detective was working at this boring part of the job Lucifer would have headed home. He would have returned to Lux, poured himself a glass of something expensive and found some more interesting company until the Detective called him up and told him she had something. Lucifer was a doer, for an immortal he wasn't very patient.
Here in New York things were different. He couldn't just wander back to Lux for entertainment, well he could but it was a slightly longer trip, so he was sitting at the police precinct trying not to complain. Well trying not to complain too much. There were limits, but if the last look the Detective had sent him was anything to go by, one more comment would have him in her seriously bad books.
They were currently wading through crime reports for the last six months to see if they would work out which one had set off their deranged killer. The Detective had suggested, quietly, that he go out and search for the feather, but Lucifer had explained that it wasn't that easy. One feather didn't give off enough essence for him to track. So again, he was stuck here with the boring jobs.
They had put out Thompson's photo to the press and asked for people to call in if they saw him. The result, typically, meant they had hundreds of phone calls from people reporting sightings.
Lucifer kicked out from the desk and went in search of coffee. He found Castle standing at the expresso machine in the break room. At least the NYPD had decent coffee. Lucifer avoided drinking the LAPD's coffee at all costs, it tasted like dirt, it completely ruined the top shelf scotch he put in it.
"Want one?" Castle asked lightly.
"Black." Lucifer told him leaning against the bench and pulling out his phone. He was still tempted to call Maze and have the demon hunt down this idiot. The Detective had vetoed the idea when he had mentioned it, at least for the moment.
"I know New York's a big place, but it's amazing that this kid is managing to hide so well." Castle chatted as he made the coffees.
"He's still got at least one more message to deliver." Lucifer told him.
"Yeah and Beckett won't let him get away." Castle's tone was final, absolute and confident. Lucifer looked at his New York counterpart with faint interest.
"She does seem very determined."
"Bull headed." Castle agreed, handing Lucifer his coffee and taking at sip of his own. Lucifer sniffed the offered cup, deemed it acceptable and drank. "She doesn't let go of cases, won't stop hunting someone until she brings them to justice."
"Must be why she and Chloe get along so well." The two men glanced out the window at the two female detectives. They were focused on the murder board, papers in hand, discussing something intently.
"Must be." Castle agreed with a grin. Then he frowned slightly. "I think they have something." Lucifer had seen the change in his Detective's attitude as Castle had seen Beckett's. Their shoulders were straighter their eyes bright. They had found something.
Carrying their coffee with them Castle and Lucifer went to see what the fuss was about. "Someone just called in, and they had a photo. Thompson is holed up in a cheap motel. Let's go." Beckett had her jacket, Chloe was grabbing hers. Lucifer downed the rest of his coffee and the four of them took off. They had a killer to catch.