Bill sniffed the air once. There it was. The scent he'd been tracking all day. Now he just had to figure out what Coyote wanted him to DO once he'd found him. He wasn't the demon... that much he knew. The visions had never cast someone in two different roles before. He steeled his nerves, and made his way over to the vehicle. He knocked on the window, and said, "Detective Richards? Detective Johnson, 33rd Precinct. I'd like to offer my services in tracking down the perp behind the assault at the Dead til Dusk earlier this morning..." He needed access to the scene, in order to gather materials for a divination ritual. But to do that, he had to access the scene as something other than a cop. Seeing as the cop he was talking to changed into a lion, he wagered he could get him in. "In... nontraditional ways." Setting it up like that gave him a chance to try and organize it in a way that didn't sound crazy.