Paul knew Honey was right. He knew that this should wait but until when? Vince had been ignoring the calls for weeks now. Tomorrow he would be sober, maybe, but he couldn't continue to go on like this - a cycle of denial (which, by the way, was not just a river in Egypt). And granted, texting about the murder was ridiculous too. It was all just ridiculous.
Despite knowing that she was right, this did nothing to quell the raging thunderstorm - both outside and inside. When Paul lost his temper, essentially all else was lost as well. The fuse had reached its end, and there was an explosion.
"No, no, Honey, we can't just - " he stammered in a rush, while the other line was ringing. And another booming clap of thunder resonated, while sheets of rain pummeled the glass. "We have to know now, what if someone is going to try to come after you?! We have to be prepared!" The fierce protective streak Paul exhibited toward his friends was showing itself now, and by 'You' of course he meant the collective Vince and Honey. Because why would anyone kill Vince's father? He was an old man who just wanted to do good for the city he lived in.
When the sobbing woman picked up, Paul rubbed his forehead, breathing deeply. He spoke to her, attempted to calm her a little, but the more she told him of the situation the worse the storm outside became. Now he was thinking of his own father as well. The Captain (recently deceased due to a heart attack, an astounding coincidence) had been on the city council, he was one of the advisers to Vince's fath -
And then? An earthquake. A series of vibrations, shaking the entire building for a good 8-10 seconds. Not uncommon for this region of California, but still entirely unexpected.