Great. An interrogation. Sort of. Sam rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a hand. He really did not have the patience for this right now. He was supposed to retrieve her, drag her away from the public, lock her up in a place he knew she wouldn't be able to escape, and then turn back to do more research so that he could get Faith and Ruby back.
"No," Sam said shortly. "She doesn't have one. Can you get in the car? We'll talk while I drive. I don't wanna waste any time right now."
The more time he wasted, the more that passed wherever the real Faith was. Which meant that there would be more time for her to get hurt. Or worse.