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The wind was blowing strong and cold as Lynn and TJ returned to the camp, the trees swaying and creaking overheard, dried golden-colored leaves rustling as they fell like rain all around them. Being in the woods was dangerous in weather like this. Growing up, she would sometimes lie awake in her bed on windy nights listening to the trees all around her family home rustle, creak and break. It sounded like thunder when they did. Her mother never let them play in the forest on windy days.
She could hear the tent that had been erected around the crime scene clapping like a sail as the wind hits it before they even reached it. Bright lights illuminated the scene and a forensics tech standing at the edge of the pool of light smoking a cigarette and holding a paper coffee cup in their gloved
