Wynn could see around Singleton’s shoulder. He assumed the landing below led to more rooms, but he wasn’t sure. A delay could be dangerous and allow more time for an ambush to get ready. On the other hand, moving too fast might mean making a mistake. He was committed now; they needed to continue.
Wynn patted Singleton on the thigh, signaling him to move, and the big man led the way down the stairwell. As they descended, light shafts came from holes made by Ulrich’s bullets. Once at the bottom of the stairs, each man rushed to one of four designated places in the first room they entered, rapidly scanning everything with their eyes. Nobody in the room. The room was modestly furnished. Soiled carpet. Two low sofas, several small tables. Nothing on the walls. A door to another room was on the
