Clint's only reassurance was that the voices had died down and there'd been no more gunfire. He strained his ears and willed his eyes to almost see through the wood and stone walls, but there was no denying the fact that the study had fallen silent.
It was pointless trying to work out if that was good or bad, there could be only one way to find out what was happening. Besides, Anna was in there. She may be in danger. Shit, no maybe about it.
In the silence he stared around him.
Only one way.
A cunning way, perhaps?