He checked in, and then walked across the street to a small cafe. Over the year's Kevin learned that--especially in rural communities--sometimes your best information came from hanging out, shutting your mouth, and just observing the local scene.
The jingle of a metallic bell announced his entrance, and elicited an ultra bubbly, "Good afternoon, welcome to the Hungry Hut," from a blonde girl behind the counter. Kevin scanned the room for available seating and spotted a spot at the bar near to four older-looking gentlemen nursing coffees in a corner booth.
"...Tell ya I ain't never see nothing like this in all my years. Closest wuz in '65 when ole Klimson got arrested fer killin' them two girls. But they caught him in less than a week. Sheriff Tand has had deputies out every night since the first one went a'missin'."
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