On a basic level, she understands why she's the chauffeur, Chloe Decker rides the shotgun and Lucifer Morningstar and Mazikeen, his possible bodyguard/girlfriend/sidekick, occupying the station wagon's backseat.

Ella's the one with the car. Chloe's the one with the plan. Lucifer failed his driving exam twice—apparently he couldn't shake the British driving off his bones. Mazikeen, despite being tall and having the prettiest resting bitch face, is apparently the youngest among them. A year younger than all of them.

Ella glances at her passenger pouting and arms crossed defiantly. "Why the grumpy cat face?"

Chloe opts not to answer, but chooses to huff instead. Chloe glaring at her passengers helps to answer Ella's rhetorical question.

Ella stops at a red light, sneaking a peek at her passengers. Lucifer hasn't lose his smirk since he entered her car. Mazikeen—well, as long as she's not boring holes into Ella's back, Ella's a happy chauffeur—stares at the windows. "I thought this is what you wanted? That's why you came up with Plan A."

Honestly speaking, she still isn't sure what Plan A is. Only that Chloe planned to trick Lucifer into interviewing Kevin and gate-crashing the interview. She wasn't paying attention after the rest three minutes. Everything's too convoluted, in Ella's humble opinion. And she was in the middle of reading her old Star Trek comics.

"Plan A didn't include a tag along with Mister Suits and his girlfriend," Chloe hisses, her jaw's muscle tightens.

"Say what you want about them, but I think it's cool we have them," Ella replies, starts the car as the traffic light turns green and adds, "I feel safe."

Chloe raises a single eyebrow, and gasps, "Safe?"

"I know you're a cop's daughter, Chloe. But I also have seen you with a Taser gun and a pepper spray. You're a walking hazard."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are," Ella fires back, and switching the radio on, as they both fall into silence. The rest of the drive is smooth, to Ella at least. She can't say the same for Chloe. She's been grinding her teeth—plotting Lucifer and Mazikeen's imaginary deaths probably. But they arrive at the bowling alley in one piece, Ella's grateful for small miracles.

"How long you think this deal will last?" Ella asks, motioning at her passengers. The pair comes out from her car, looking very much out of place. A tall and slender boy decked in slim-fitting tuxedo. The other, dressed in a very lovely evening dress right out from Pinterest—rocking that stone cold bitch aura, Ella must admit, she's swooned a little.

"Until we find Delilah's murder," Chloe grumbles, then lightens up, "or when they get bored."

As she closes the door, locks it and about to head inside when someone familiar shouts at their direction, "Hey, Decker! Lopez, wait up!"

Dan Espinoza jogs to the car, his face set in a half-pout and half-frown. "What is this I hear you two playing Nancy Drew?"

Chloe wheels on her heels, staring at Ella. Her eyes all bugged out. "You told him?" Chloe says, sounding outraged.

Ella retorts, "I thought he knew. You said he was the alternative candidate to your Plan B. I just assumed he knew too."

Chloe's head shakes sideways furiously, "No, he doesn't. What makes you think I told him, knowing he'll be like this?"

Dan interrupts them, "This is not Clueless. Are you out of your goddamn minds?"

Ella quips, "Actually, it's not Nancy Drew. Nancy Drew has friends, Bess and George. With Mazikeen, she actually qualifies to be George. I would say that I could be a George too—"

"Enough about the Nancy Drew talk. But seriously?" Dan glances at Lucifer and Mazikeen, both strutting into the bowling alley. "With them? I mean, isn't there any other students than them?"

"What's wrong with them?" Chloe demands, jabbing at Dan's chest.

"Chloe," Dan says, rubbing his face and his lips pressed into a thin line, "You're playing detective on a case closed by the police. Not only that you're running around chasing a phantom killer with Morningstar and his girlfriend. Did you know Morningstar has a club whose members had committed various degree of criminal offenses?" His neck strained with popping veins.

"Malcolm isn't exactly a saint and you don't hear me yapping about him being a bad friend to you," Chloe rebukes sharply, arching a brow.

"T-they're nice," Ella helpfully supplies. At this rate, she's forgotten—while Chloe and Dan are locked in their staring battle.

"Look, Dan, you may not care about Delilah. But I do, she's not the type to commit suicide, Dan. She still had hope. So, I'm going to get to the bottom of her death—even if I had to get help from someone like Morningstar and his scary girlfriend!"

Both are fuming with rage—or rekindled attraction, Ella can't tell. She'll need to observe more. Until then, she's betting on seething annoyance. The silence stretches for a full minute, two minutes tops.

Dan throws his hands up in the air, groaning. "Fine!" He attempts to choke empty air before ruffling his hair. Dan sighs. "Let's get Delilah some justice and I'm coming along. No buts."


This is fantastic. Chloe needed fresh eyes. Now, she has four pairs of fresh eyes to help. None of them are remotely insightful, except Ella. She's not even sure what's the point of Lucifer and Mazikeen tagging along. Or why they chose to partner up with her.

Chloe only needed them to gain access to Kevin—they have better chances of getting Kevin to talk than two girls from the Journalism Club. With Kevin's interview, the LUX Club effectively drops down from her suspect list.

And yet, Lucifer insisted, stating that 'four heads are better than two' and he doesn't take 'No' for an answer. It doesn't help that stupidly handsome boy might be right. The fear he easily dispatch at Kevin—Chloe hates to say it—contributed a lot to Kevin's brutal honesty.

[Ella might be right on Chloe's ability to yield a Taser gun and a pepper spray. Although in her defence, the wind was blowing in the wrong direction when she tried to pepper-spray the student.]

Then, there's Dan. Looming over their shoulders like a worried parent. "So, who you're interviewing? The boyfriend?"

"No," Ella pipes up, "We already did that."

"Then, who's this?"

"An old secret admirer," Ella answers.

"And he's relevant. How?"

"He also was Delilah's best friend before she dated Kevin."

Chloe scans the bowling alley for Lucifer and Mazikeen. Finds them both by the concession stand. Sipping sodas, by the looks of it. As well as chatting to a scruffy-looking boy. The boy has unkempt short and bleached blond hair and mischievous blue eyes.

"I'd be willing to give to ya for free, if you're up for a little tumbling around the sheets," the boy says, winking at Lucifer, in a British accent. Not refined and polished like Lucifer's, his accent is rather rough around the edges. "Invite the lady too."

Lucifer's lips twitch into a knowing smirk, "I would have accepted the offer had I not been privy to your unfortunate habit of screwing people over, John. As for Mazikeen, you'll have to ask her yourself."

"So, what's your answer, love?" John wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Mazikeen.

Mazikeen eyes him from the bottom of his shoes to the tip of his hair. "I'm in a long-term relationship with the King of Hell," she deadpans.

"Well, then this," John brandishes a CD album from his pocket, feigns a hurt expression, "is going to cost you two hundred bucks, love."

"Consider it a done deal," Lucifer produces his wallet, slapping the dollar bills into John's hand. "Get yourself quality cigarettes. Not the cheap ones that's going to cost you your health."

John bids them farewell. Before he leaves the bowling ring, he winks at Chloe—or was it Dan?

"What's that about?" Chloe asks, peering at the CD album. There's nothing extraordinary about it. Looks to Chloe, like one of those generic CDs with a handwritten label.

Lucifer pockets the CD album into his jacket, and smiles. "I bought John's collection of experimental music. Would you like to give it a listen? A review for the paper. John could use the good press."

"He's a musician? Huh, doesn't strike me as one. But the late Christopher Lee released several symphonic metal albums. He must have a voice of an angel," Ella comments. "Hidden depths."

"Whatever. Let's see if we could find Tom Brandt," she says, putting an end to their meaningless chatting. The manager points to one of their employees moping the floor. Tom is skinny, with a clean-crew haircut and a case of bad-acne.

Chloe takes the lead, approaching him first. She flashes a charming smile at him. "Tom Brandt?"

"Uh huh," Tom replies, without averting his gaze from the floor. Diligently scrubbing dried puke off the linoleum floor.

"You're a friend of Delilah's?"

His attention snaps to Chloe. Takes in the fact there are five people closing in on him. His eyes darting from Ella to Dan, lingers a second too long on Mazikeen and Lucifer before settling to Chloe. "Yeah," Tom stammers, "who are you people?"

Chloe repeats her introduction and the possible theory of Delilah's death. Throws a glare at that smug wearing kid. Lucifer sips his soda drink loudly every five seconds, interrupting her flow. Trust Mazikeen to harmonize with Lucifer's soda drinking to add more fuel to Chloe's annoyance. It's like the pair can't go a minute without attempting to make Chloe's life miserable.

[Thank God, they empty their soda faster than Chloe had expected. Lucifer crushes his soda drink and drops it to a nearby bin. Mazikeen goes to refill hers. Damn.]

"So you think Delilah's being murdered," Tom says flatly, the sloshing of his mop stops. His lips pursed in thought. The mop's handle resting on his shoulder.

"Yeah, we think—" Ella's words are tragically short when Tom slaps his hands together.

"I knew it!" Tom exclaims, "There's no way she would die of an overdose. Delilah doesn't touch that stuff."

"Because it interferes with her studying," Chloe states, recalling her sole meeting with Delilah.

Tom's head wildly shaking from left to right. "No. That's not it. Delilah's mum. She died of a drug overdose when Delilah was ten. So Delilah really hated drugs."

"What about her biological father?" Dan asks, crossing his well-toned arms together and steps next to Chloe's side. His blue eyes narrowing in interest.

"Well, her dad died when she was five. Hung himself in his apartment after he lost custody of Delilah to her mother and step-dad."

Chloe questions, "No ideas on who would want Delilah dead then?"

"None that I can think of," Tom's voice trails off, he scratches his chin. "But I always thought her step-dad has that creepy vibe."

"Creepy vibe?" Ella chimes in.

"Back when we used to hang out, her step-dad kept a tight leash on her. Always calling her, wanting to know where she was and who she hung out with. I caught him peeking on her while she changed several times. I tried telling Delilah but she brushed it off, saying it's nothing. By the look on her step-dad's face, I don't buy it."

"And you didn't mention this to the police because?" Chloe inquires. Boy, did her dad miss out on some crucial information. No wonder they were quick to brand her death an overdose.

Tom shrugs his shoulders. "I didn't think it was important," Tom replies, sheepishly. He starts mopping the practically shiny floor.

"Now, that can't be the answer. Isn't it, Tom?" Lucifer refutes, his lips curling into a lopsided grin. He cocks a brow at Tom. "Your friendship was over before she dated Kevin. With her predilection towards certain boys, I doubt you're just the socially awkward boy as your appearance suggests."

He sighs. Wipes his sweaty brow with his sleeve. His shoulders slumping, he confesses, "I-she caught me peeping on her and the cheerleading squad."

"A literal Peeping Tom? Wouldn't have guessed it," Lucifer surmises, with a smile that says otherwise.