"Oh God," Kate began with a laugh, tugging at a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. "You and Castle really are alike. He loves trying different restaurants and prides himself on knowing the best places to eat."
Honestly, all they needed to be practically the same person was a love of writing, hating James Patterson, and all things sci-fi.
Lucifer didn't know it, but Kate probably would have told him that if they were living in different circumstances. At home, she wasn't quite this serious or morose all the time, traits that she gave her husband credit for. Richard Castle was fun, and he was a person that wouldn't let her stay in the darkness too long. But without him and with the regret of her choices hanging over her head, that easy joy that Kate had found a few years ago couldn't be pulled to the surface so easily.
"Cop." That was her reply as she stretched her long legs out and crossed them at the ankle. "It's our job to deflect. Or to lie. Whichever you prefer," Kate shrugged. "Easiest way to get a suspect to talk is to tell them you know more than you do. I was very good at it."