"They'll come looking for you when he doesn't return," Apollo warned her, bringing up the address of the home. "That isn't to discourage you," he added, in case she was about to jump down his throat. "Just be prepared for it."
Where to do it, Apollo thought, looking at the map. No shitting way he was bringing Barak here. No way he was stranding himself in the Hole, either. If Ares had fucked this guy up as badly as Apollo imagined he'd fucked him up, it was going to take some undoing, and was unlikely to be something he could drive home from after.
Maybe a hotel, then. Something with a spa, for afterwards, cos he was godsdamned going to need it.