He stared at the brass knob.

He looked like a cornered animal measuring the distance to the nearest exit.

The lock clicked from the outside.

The front door swung inward and hit the rubber wall stop with a dull thud.

Richard stepped into the foyer carrying a black golf umbrella.

Water dripped from the metal tips onto the woven floor mat.

He paused to check his reflection in the glass panel of the front door.

He smoothed the lapels of his charcoal suit and adjusted his left cuff so his watch showed.