Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was a lifetime. (It might be, for her.)
Will growled his frustration and shifted the gear into drive. "Call everyone," he agreed. "Michael, Hecate, Apollo... Artemis..." His eyes were on the road, but his mind was racing ahead, imagining the flames eating into the building, the smoke engulfing the room where she was still chained fast. "Just call everyone on my phone." Somebody had to be close by. The more people who knew—
He snatched up his phone to pass it to Patrick, realising that Ben was still on the line at the same instant that he realised something else. "Wait— Ben, 911! Call 911!"
A driver leaned on their horn as he cut across the lanes of traffic. "Fair warning, I might have to run a few reds."