Of fucking course the old bastard left it. He had a feeling that might have been the case but there was still a small part of him that told him that the deer was dodging him. Next time Angel was going to stick a fucking tracker on the asshole. Though the state of the demon's ears didn't go unnoticed and Angel's brow cocked with curiosity.

"What's the point of having the damn thing if ya don't carry it?" Angel huffed in annoyance. But an idea sparked in his head. Slipping off the bar stool Angel crossed over to stand in front of Alastor. "Lets go check on it together."

One, it was an excuse to get him alone and two... He wanted to get his hands on the deer's phone before he saw it. He sent.... a lot of messages. Some of which were... embarrassingly emotional? Like some drunk girl texting her exe. If Al hasn't seen them then, he didn't need to know how worried sick he had been.