Sam followed Irene into the apparently empty office.  They’d been there for several minutes without any response.  He let his hand rest on his holstered gun.  He didn’t like an unsecured law enforcement office.  He looked around hoping that the marshal was there but hadn’t heard them.  That was another thing that gave him a less than good feeling.<br/><br/>“I don’t know Irene.  I don’t think he’s here.  Do me a favor . . . go back outside and wait for me there.  I need to check things out here . . . make sure everything’s all right.”<br/><br/>Sam shrugged and nodded his head back toward the door they’d come in through.<br/><br/>“Irene . . . please?”<br/><br/>Sam had his gun drawn as he headed toward the back of the office.  He stayed close to the wall with his back against it and his gun hand held ahead of him.  He paused around the corner from the doorway.  Sam hated going into places he didn’t know without an invitation . . . or good reason.