Will, who was fighting a buzzing impatience in his chest, glanced reflexively at his phone. No texts, no calls. Martin was unconscious, he could wake up any moment. If all Ben found was more dead ends—
Focus. "Okay... so not a place they're in all the time. So like... a secondary property. She thought it was an apartment building. Parents are the landlords, mayhap?" Ben could trace that, right? Properties, assets... and he had the name. Not a wildly uncommon name, but...
Was that why he was taking so long? Should they call, tell him to focus on landlords, property investors... but if they'd got the wrong end of the stick again. If Ben was already onto something. Fuck, please, just give us something.