Chapter 21: Murderous Wannabe Angel

Lucifer was sprawled in his shirt sleeves on the couch of the 12th precinct's break room couch. He had their killer's journal held open in one hand and a now full flask of high quality scotch in the other. Beckett had decided not to ask where the refill had come from; because she was pretty sure it had been empty when they left the motel.

Lucifer turned a page with a finger, grimaced and took another swig from the flask. "He's very whiney." He commented. He was halfway through the book, but was insisting on finishing it before he filled them in on the details. Beckett had been tempted to demand the handsome man fill them in as he read it but Chloe had stopped her. Apparently the more you rushed Lucifer the more likely he was to go off on a tangent.

So she and Chloe were sitting drinking coffee that Castle was making behind them, trying not to stare too intently at the man this whole case rested on.

Finally Beckett's patience wore a little too thin. "Where are you up to?" She demanded.

Lucifer lifted a dark eyebrow at her and flicked his eyes her way. Beckett was struck again by how dark and absorbing they were, she had no idea how Chloe managed to work with him. Castle was handsome, but Lucifer was on a whole other scale of attractive. "He's gone back over his whole boring life. I'm only just getting to anything useful." Lucifer told her lightly.

He flicked over a page and sat up slightly. "This might be more interesting." Those dark eyes scanned the page quickly. Chloe leant forward. "Lucifer?" She prompted firmly.

"He was in a car accident. How bloody boring." Lucifer flicked through a few more pages. "Hit and run driver drove up the curb and killed the woman next to him. Missed him, but as the old lady was dying he saw the angel of death collecting her soul. Then when everyone was fussing about with the dead woman he found a black feather. It gets a bit transcendent from there on; he starts referring to himself as death." Lucifer lowered the book and looked at Chloe seriously. "I don't think he's schizophrenic. I think he's probably just able to see things properly." Lucifer turned his attention back to the journal. "You humans do tend to get that wrong."

Beckett was increasingly glad the LAPD had seen fit to send Chloe with Lucifer, she couldn't imagine the difficulty she would have had dealing with him alone. Chloe had enough practice to be able to translate for them. Beckett flicked a look over at Chloe for clarification on that particular line of thought. Chloe rolled her eyes so Beckett figured she was just supposed to ignore it. "Is there anything else? Anything that will tell us why he's killing people, why he picks him victims or the churches or where he is going next?"

Lucifer flicked through a few more pages. "He talks about 'his task'. Dad that's over dramatic." Lucifer shook his head in disgust. "Apparently if he can complete his task he can return to heaven. Fairly sure he's headed somewhere much warmer." Lucifer turned another couple of pages and stopped.

"Would a list of the victims and church's be of any use?" Lucifer asked lightly, sitting up and swinging his feet to the floor.

Castle dropped onto the arm of the couch and tried to read over the other man's shoulder. "Probably the biggest break we've had on this whole case!" For once Beckett didn't think that Castle was exaggerating. She and Chloe leant in closer.

Lucifer laid the book flat on the table and pointed to a few lines of Enochian. "It's a list of four people and four…well I can only assume they're churches."

"Our victims and our crime scenes?" Beckett asked hopefully.

Lucifer nodded. "The last one is Andrea Parker and Holy Trinity." His eyes were still scanning the pages reading the indecipherable scribble as fast as Beckett could read English.

Beckett lurched to her feet. "I'll get as much information on Andrea Parker as I can, Chloe can you look up the address for the church?" Kevin and Javier were still at the motel, but Chloe was a good detective and Beckett trusted her to be able to find the information. The only worry was that the victim's name was a fairly common one, no way of knowing which woman they needed.

Chloe was on her feet, but any further movement was stalled by a final sentence by Lucifer. "You may want to hurry Detectives. Apparently our murderous wannabe angel has to have all his sacrifices finished by midnight tonight."

Beckett and Chloe exchanged a horrified look. They only had eight hours to find this guy.