“What if we alone cannot find our way back, like what George said?” she asked. “We will definitely need some help. This place is huge, after all.” She glanced at the cowboy, who was quiet, his lips drawn into a thin line.
“However,” she went on, “it would be more beneficial to us – though I admit it’ll be a bit risky – if we track Thief down. They had been in and out of here, so they must know the place very well. Not only would we learn more about them, but we might also be able to locate Mark’s antiques and exit the place faster. Then we can call the police, like what you’ve said.”
Andrew was not pleased. He snatched off his cowboy hat, his eyes blazing, and ran a hand through his short, brown hair.