“There’s a shed,” Foley said, indicating a large, dark, square shape at the end of the house.
“Look at the door,” Sam said, pointing at the house.
“What?” Foley asked.
“Look at the door,” Sam repeated. “It’s open.”
Foley leaned forward and stared at the front of the house. “Yeah, it is open,” he agreed.
“Let’s take a look,” Sam said. He moved forward, and started to climb the steps to the verandah.
“Wait,” Foley said.
Sam turned and watched Foley as he removed his service pistol. “Do you think you’ll need that?” Sam questioned.
“I’d rather be safe than sorry,” Foley answered in a whisper. “We’ve been looking for an isolated house.”
Sam paused, and finally decided a weapon might not be such a bad idea. He un-holstered his own Glock.
“Doesn’t get much more isolated than this,” he a
