Riley glanced in the direction the man pointed. He supposed there was a viable possibility that this man actually was going home. If so, nothing like a drawn gun to leave a little egg on one's face.
"Yes, a cop. Plain clothes. There's been some...crime...in the area. I was just patrolling my beat."
This lingo sounded convincing. Riley had been so certain it would be another demon around the corner, he hadn't really thought through a good cover if it wasn't.
He slipped the gun back into its holster.
"Lt. Finn of the local precinct, you're welcome to call it in later if you want reassurance. And you are?"
Riley made a mental note to put an intercept on any calls to the police station inquiring after him. Sometimes, he mused, it was far easier to just shoot someone.