The old wooden steps creaked under your weight as you walked up, you paused at the top, glancing back over your shoulder to see Beau right behind you. “Right behind ya, sweetheart” His voice low and steady. The comfort of his presence was the only thing keeping you calm. This place was unsettling, making it hard to breathe, but you pushed forward to find the kidnapper you’d been tracking for days. Beau stayed close, you knew he was on high alert. There was no telling what you might find in this place, or who might be waiting. As you reached the first door, you hesitated. Beau placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve got this”