Kirkland takes the man’s word, but only as far as it goes. Right this
instant, they’re alone. His gut is telling him to watch it. The nervous tension
running through him probably has his blood pressure up to two hundred and ten. 
He takes it real slow moving up the hall. It’s a long walk to the third door on
the right, and every step of the way he expects someone or something to jump out 
at them.