Anthony managed to cover his snort by shaking off his umbrella and putting it in a corner to dry. "I guessed as much," he replied. "Calling me down here in the middle of the night, on a weekend." He glanced around, his eyes falling on the crime scene photos. "Oh god," he said, sighing heavily.
"He's currently holding another woman prisoner," Azrael told him. "Michael figures she has about two days, until...until he buries her alive and leaves her to die." He leveled a look at Anthony. Both of them had been there in Lebanon, looking for Michael, and then digging up the grave Lucifer had put him in. It was not a sight either of them were likely to forget.