"I can send you the google map location in a text. I have no fucking clue where we are," Tuck said. He switched the phone to speaker for a moment so he could open up Google Maps. "Fuck. New Jersey. Half an hour out of the city, 45 minutesish from the parsonage," he grumbled. "Here," he texted Much the location, so he could open it up on his phone and navigate from it.
"Much- You- You need to bring Michael. And that guy...the nerdy one? All the doors have codes. He could break them, right? Both Wills are hurt." He was trying to get all the information out so quickly, "we'll need to go to a hospital. Oh god it's so good to hear your voice. You have no idea. The man here- He's going to bring us hot chocolate and sandwiches so we can get through the next hour or so. Don't-don't speed or anything, just- Please come. The sheriff hasn't been here in over a week. We're not so good."