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The heat inside the dining hall hit Lynn with a physical force, making her cheeks and fingers tingle unpleasantly. The six long wooden tables running the length of the room were all full now and heaps of baggage—multicolored hikers' backpacks, mostly—stood balanced against the wooden walls of the space. More than one angry, fed-up and questioning face turned in her direction as Deputy Walsh closed the door behind them.
TJ had his back to her as he interviewed the film crew by the fireplace, the fire in which was at least three times larger than earlier and blazing. It didn’t bring her the comforting feeling of warmth and contentment her mind had anticipated when she saw the smoke rising from the chimney.
“A lot of the campers want to leave,” Walsh said in a near whisper as if there wa
