Chapter 16 - On days like these, folks like you… should be burning in hell

It was barely 6 am. All this traveling and moving around, and it was still earlier than most people were up. The only people up were bakers, chefs, and people who took all nighters. Nobody working an office job had to get up before eight. So most didn’t. And Saul’s skyscraper base was all offices.

The three of us stood in front of it, the rain having stopped for ten minutes now, letting Bournie stash away the umbrellas in some sorta hammerspace he had access to. As we stood in front of the doors, none of us knew how to begin our approach. “So… Bournie, you got anything in your notes about this place?” I turned to the fallen angel of the group, who shook his head. I then turned to the furry of the group. “Leonard, any scrying spells or something? I really don’t feel like busting down the front door and running up to the penthouse to kick this bastard’s ass.” He scratched his chin in contemplation, taking his phone out to scroll through it. And then he started typing rapidly.