Xavier's POV
Days later...
The last few days had been absolute hell and the frustration had only grown worse because I had been so worked up, unbelievably worked up and my mind was a constant storm of rage and confusion that refused to settle.
I was still trying to figure out if Alfred was really Lucifer or not, and it was driving me fucking crazy because no matter how many angles I attacked the problem from... cross-referencing old files, re-interviewing contacts, analyzing every word from that interrogation... I still couldn't figure it out.
The uncertainty gnawed at me like a parasite, eating away at the pride and confidence I had always used in solving cases as quick as possible.
