As they weave through the streets, ducking into alleys as needed, Hank wipes the blood from his lip. After a short walk he takes them to hole up in Lance's off-the-books storage unit. As Marv lowers the door behind them, Hank turns on a lamp in the corner.
"Damn phone's dead, but it's a good thing my pal Vic was nice enough to lend me his." Hank holds up the cattle prod threateningly as Petrovich starts to reply.
"I see lots of calls to the same couple numbers, and a new one that suddenly became a favorite on the day we know the kidnapping ring moved. Dollars to donuts that's the new warehouse."
Hank hands the phone to Max and says, "I know we left a lot of burnt bridges behind us tonight, kid, but you still got a friendly face at the force to get us a phone trace on that number? If so, I say we throw them a surprise party they won't forget. And we can invite all their friends. The Pantones, the press, maybe even the mayor if she's free."
OOC:
If this is over-reaching, just let me know. Taking a stab that we could have muscled his phone away from him and gotten it unlocked, and assuming phone calls would trace the operation given how close Petrovich is to it.
