But he didn't trust that two-faced, greedy, psycho, grade-A bitch.
So, a half-minute after Jewel had moved out of vision, he held up his hand to motion for Colin to stay back. He made sure his gun was ready, double-checked the safety was off (thankfully it already was, or Jewel's weird police tactics that hopefully she only knew the names of would have been a lot more dangerous), and advanced slowly towards the door. He made sure to keep his footsteps as silent and steady as possible, so she wouldn't hear him coming. It was hard. He was a large man, and not a graceful or agile one at that, but he made sure not to step on any squeaky toy blocks or whatever sprinkled on the floor.
When he reached the door, he paused. He tried to listen, could hear nothing but his breathing and some wind, plus some more disturbing noise in the background, thankfully too distant to be dangerous. Okay. It was unlikely someone new would be walking past, and there was a chance Jewel hadn't tried to make the jump on them. But it was a small chance, and he didn't like the odds.
Ultimately, he decided not to risk sticking his body out, and instead fired two shots in quick succession, both aimed at the opposite sides of the door. No scream. No jump. No body hitting the ground. It was now quite likely that Jewel wasn't out there, so he decided to risk sticking his head and his gun out. His ears were ringing, and his right hand was aching something fierce from the recoil, but he would have plenty of time to deal with that.
With a sigh of frustration, he noticed one of the bullets hadn't fully penetrated the wall. Might have been a lethal failing if Jewel had still been there. But she wasn't.
Fiddling with his ears to try and fix the ringing, he motioned for Colin to follow him.
((Yagmur Tekindor continued Take That Money, Watch It Burn