"If I had the looks and the brains, what would that leave you, little brother?" Thomas asked rhetorically. He reached a hand down to scratch Mouse behind the ears. He was convinced the dog was more than just a dog. Whatever he was, he was an asset, and he was trapped in a dog's body. A very large, imposing dog. Thomas wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley alone.
"Of course she's at the top. Harder to get out that way. More floors to cover," he muttered, words and scenarios that were not helping the situation. So far there had been no sign of anything dark or dangerous. Maybe there wasn't anything to fear, but the burn of Justine's touch when he finally got to her.