"If it comes down to that, we can definitely call Michael, but I don't think..." He tapered off again, blinking a few times. "You know how, when you've burned incense in a room, and someone else comes in later and even though it's not lit, they can still smell it? This presence is like that, like...they used to be there, but they're not anymore. And there was only one high-level presence anyway, like a...a buzzing in the back of my brain. Like insects." He drummed his own fingers on the map. "What does Beelzebub want with Thomas?" he asked absently.
"Here," he said finally, pointing to a block of nothing but warehouses, near the harbor. "I don't know exactly which one, but at least it's more than I had yesterday."