Lucifer chuckled softly. "I suppose I can't blame you for that," he said. "It is... rather Fandom, as recent events have once again borne out."

Lucifer looked up at the mosaic. "Also ugly," he said, "But many points for effort."

Lucifer snorted. "I once had to buy a painting of a clown mermaid for a case," he said. "As long as nothing here will hit quite those depths..."

"It wasn't a murder case," Lucifer said, "It was-- a poisoning."

Duke had seen a bit of those memories. He wasn't going to get into those details further.

"We were trying to get information out of this criminal who used his art gallery for money laundering," he said. "He wouldn't give us information about the antidote until I bought the bloody thing."

"The thing is, the man really believed in his art," Lucifer said, gesturing at the beetle... thing. "Like, he was desperate for people to buy it for what it was, and not to launder money with."

"Yes, let's just say that's one keepsake I didn't take with me from LA," Lucifer muttered. He looked at Duke. "So where to next?"

Should he bring up the phone call to Octavia? Hm.

"I currently have it stashed in a depot somewhere in one of my homes in LA," Lucifer said. "Say, so I talked to-- oh for Father's sake, not Christian hippies."

"Please, I'd rather kill myself," Lucifer muttered, glaring at the everything in this room.

He drew his attention away from the-- everything after a few moments. "I talked to Octavia," he said.

"She's not in the preserve. Actually, she was bartending last night," Lucifer said, and held up a hand before Duke could respond to that. "Turns out this whole thing had little to do with the preserve and everything to do with her boat."

"Deluded religious fervor, not worth wasting our time on," Lucifer said dismissively. "Either way, apparently she finally found something that let her be stable for all of five minutes, and it involves being on that boat, so she was scared to leave it."

Not exactly what Octavia had said, but the general gist he'd gotten from it.

Lucifer sighed and stalked after him. "Duke--" he called.

"I know. And I told her she should have just said that in the first place, I could've just-- gotten her a parking spot near our hotel."

He reached for Duke's shoulder. "I just," he started.

Settled on, "I'm sorry," instead.