“How the hell should I know?” Kevin continues to gesticulate wildly. “Some SWAT guys just burst in, and she shoved me through the door and when I tried to go back it wouldn't open right!” He grabs the metal handle of the kitchen door and yanks. It only leads to the living room, like an ordinary door should, not to the shop or the four other locations tied to it depending on how you turn the handle.
“She's not answering her phone and the landline's dead. And you can't call the police on the freaking police!”