"Okay okay okay okay okay-" Ben tapped the keyboard a few more times and then he rattled off an address. "A seven-story building owned by a John and Jane Smith, being entirely gutted and renovated- It's the only thing I can find!"
"And it's fucking TWENTY MINUTES AWAY-" Patrick growled as he tapped it into Google maps. "Fuck okay. You drive, I'll try to call Michael." If they could get ahold of the angel he could snap there right away.