Peering around, he confirmed the burglars were still out of sight. His fingers stretched forward, just inches from the button. Suddenly, a flicker of light appeared in the hallway—one of the burglars had switched on a small flashlight, sweeping the beam across the hall as if searching for the source of the noise he’d created.
Henry ducked back just in time, his heart racing. The flashlight’s glow passed over the front desk, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor and barely missing him. Henry held his breath, pressing himself flat against the counter. After a few tense moments, the flashlight’s beam moved away.