Kevin knew there was trouble when he saw Freddy"s car slam to a stop, kicking up stones and dust. He was standing at the kitchen window looking out toward the parking lot and watched Lizzie"s cousin whip open the car door and run toward the front entrance of the B&B. Kevin rarely saw Freddy run, and if it hadn’t been so serious, he would"ve laughed. It was obvious the man wasn"t athletic, and he had an awkward gait to his movements, as if one part of his body was trying to catch up with the other. Freddy"s shout from the front entrance caused one of the police officers to rush forward. A few moments later, Freddy was escorted into the kitchen, and he wasn"t pleased with the firm hand on his elbow from the police officer.
"Where is Eliza? And what"s going on around here?" he demanded.
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