George nodded, re-sheathing his sword. "We might not be able to get to the car, if everyone's favorite fallen angel is there." He glanced back at the hill. "Let's move fast."
The next few minutes saw the saints and Raphael combing the field, looking for patches of disturbed earth. The field had been left fallow, meaning the wild grasses were only about knee-high. It made their search a little easier, if nothing else. George was beginning to worry that this had been a decoy and Michael's body was stuffed in a trunk somewhere.