Rick had the damn key to the room in the kitchen drawer, and didn't need to kick it down to get to some scared little girl. He was already back down the hallway, and as she looked out, his long back in a white shirt was visible for a moment before he turned the corner and went back into the hallway. Patsy had given way to Gary Allan, who was singing about smoke rings, and the air still smelled faintly of thai spices, but now also thick green tea.