Mitch felt a strange heaviness in the pit of his stomach. But then many things had been strange since that man had arrived.
On his way to the kitchen, Mitch glanced out of his front window and stopped short. John’s car had its trunk open—revealing a couple of suitcases, various cardboard boxes and…
“No!”
Mitch tore out of his cottage and looked around wildly for John. Thinking the man might be in his cottage, he ran over there. The door was open, so Mitch barrelled inside, calling out John’s name, but the place was eerily empty. He wasn’t too late, was he? Then a small part of his brain reminded him the guy couldn’t have left without his car.
Dazed, Mitch exited John’s cottage and took another look around. He spotted the Admiral, neatly pressed and starched as ever, coming toward him,
