Carefully, he pushed against the door. It opened a fraction of an inch. Then he waited the requisite thirty seconds allotted for the alarm to go off. It didn’t. With his gun in one hand, he inched the door open wide enough to slip into the entryway, noting even as he did that the only light came from outside the windows.
He knew that might not mean anything. Rick’s captor could be waiting in the dark, in which case he’d already know that Beau had arrived from the light coming from the hallway. There was silence. Dead silence. Moving out of the light, he crouched down to make the smallest target possible and eased his way into the living room.