He picked the phone up from the floor, dialed 911, and put it in Trenton's slack hand.
"You can hit send once I'm out the door."
He didn't back that up with a threat. He didn't feel he needed to. He put his hands in his pockets to hide the claws, and checked out the peephole. The coast was clear.
Then he left, without further ado, walking down the hall. All he wanted was to go home, take a shower to get the stink of the penthouse off him, and sleep.