He tried tapping the callbox with his wand, but nothing happened, and so he scowled at it before leaning back against the wall and glaring up at the indicator. Apparently they were somewhere between the fourth and fifth floors.
Possibly he might have to kill someone now. His gaze finally went over to the girl. He remembered her. She was in McDonald's house. Another Mc. McKenzie, perhaps. All he knew was she had a tremendous rack because he remembered eying it on more than one occasion. Which he did now.