"National," she said, taking a deep breath and slipping into flight attendant emergency procedures mode--which, ironically enough, she rarely ever had to do in the air. "Annie's from Mississippi. It occurred to me at the time that if the demon had wanted to kill them, he'd have done it at the house, and left their bodies for Jim and Sam to find. That's his usual MO. If he took them...it's because he wants to play...and he probably wouldn't have cone far. Somewhere within driving distance, to avoid the hassle of trying to get them through Agency security."
Another breath. It too too much damn time to explain it. "I did a spell. I know, you hate that stuff, but I don't have your technological savvy." She sighed. "The best that I can do is show you the section of the map that Jimmy took with him." The rest was in ashes on the floor, as Clyde had probably seen.
She reached into her purse again to retrieve her own Camelot iPhone, holding her now empty mug between her knees, and pressing the ice pack to her face as she scrolled through apps to bring up the map for Clyde while he dialed Natalie.