There was no answer.
He tried the knob.
Locked.
"Reynolds—break it down."
The big man hunched his shoulders and drove for the door. The panel burst like it had been made from paper and he stumbled to the center of the room before he could stop himself.
"That was a foolish thing to have him do, Martin."
"Why?"
"You didn't know what to expect—it could have been a trap."
Stan's voice chilled. "You've been acting like a cat on a hot griddle ever since we walked in. Just what were you expecting?"
Tanner didn't answer. He sauntered into the room. "Well, where's Clark?"