Pigeon tried once to give up smoking. He’d lasted about 3 days before he was transferred to the BAU and now he smoked more than ever. He palmed a pack of cigarettes- not even his brand; he couldn’t find that here- as he watched the surveillance tapes with one of the local detectives. When he’d finally stopped chain smoking his way through some rough texts this morning and hauled ass out of bed, Pigeon had discovered not only an AWOL Elara but an AWOL Shrike as well. He didn’t even pretend to think that they were on the case together. Pigeon was tired of making bad calls. He tapped a cigarette out of the pack, and tapped it back in. “This guy has a parade of people every damn day,” Pulaski was probably a good cop; she might even be a great one. Pigeon didn’t normally have time for dealing with local brass any lower than captains. That was a job he left to Shrike. Shrike had the ability to get any information he could out of detectives and he would remember it better than