"Fuck!" Ben hissed down the phone. "His parents fucking names are John and Jane Smith! Shit! Shit-" Patrick could hear the sound of frantic typing and he closed his eyes slowly. Oh god, they weren't going to make it. They weren't going to make it in time. And he was going to have to hear her die.
Patrick hefted himself out of the car, spilling onto the sidewalk. He looked to the sky for any sign of smoke that could maybe even give them a fucking direction to head in-
The morning was clear. The morning was clear and Clio was going to die.