"Called it. Still want to tell on me. Booooring." Jerome pulled Jeremiah along with him, headed for the stairs. Why not go to the roof a bit? "You're so pale, broski. You need some fresh air, that's going to do you a world of good."

His giggle was unsettling as always when he dragged him up the stairs, his mind already concocting up a few ways of how he saw this going. "You can try yelling from up there, maybe the police can hear you. Worth a shot. Unlike me, I guess"

He laughed, because Jeremiah hadn't managed to shoot him. With a powerful kick, he got the door to the roof open, forcing Jeremiah up the last few steps. "JERVIS! Look, it's my brother. Isn't he precious?"