Who’s dead?” I grabbed Tara as she collapsed, catching her before she hit the ground. “Where?” The woman who’d commented on what a busy place Jewel Bay is stepped forward. “In the back parking lot.” Tara pointed vaguely. “I’m an ER doc.” The woman crouched, her face close to Tara’s. “We need you to show us where. Can you do that?” Tara nodded and I helped her stand. Together, we wobbled for a few steps until she took a deep breath and found her stride. The three of us headed for the north parking area. Behind me, the elder Caldwells took charge. “We’ve called 911,” said Keith, Kim’s dad and the Lodge general manager. “The EMTs will be here in minutes. Everyone, stay calm and stay put until the sheriff arrives. There’s plenty of food. You’ll be informed the moment we know what’s going on.” Following Tara’s lead in silence, we passed between two log cabins, pushed through an opening in a tall green hedge, and reached gravel.
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