Crowley makes a face at that. He should have seen it coming, and it makes sense, but he'd really rather not if he can help it.

"Suppose I can ask," he allows, the sense of iconic detective pair-up excitement beginning to wane at the idea of actual work being done. The breaking and entering part was more fun than the asking around part. "Must be some theatre going on somewhere, just outside the area maybe. Secret underground theatre troupes? Suppose that's a bit hard to pull off. Maybe there's some city where they all meet and have a sort of battle royale for who gets to put on the plays."

Last theatre troupe standing, as it were. Or maybe they just have a lot of plays and alternate them.

Reality is often so disappointing.