Mask of Death (The Frannie Shoemaker Campground Mysteries Book 10) by Karen Musser Nortman

Author:Karen Musser Nortman [Nortman, Karen Musser]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-02-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Thursday Night, Day 4

As the truck rounded the corner to the first loop, the headlights picked out the Shoemaker trailer first and then the Ferraros’. At first glance, everything appeared okay. They drove a little farther.

“Look at our picnic table!” Frannie said. The wind had flipped the table on its side and shoved it up against the trailer.

“Wow!” Mickey said. “Those things aren’t light.”

Larry pulled in next to the trailer and left the headlights on. The lightweight utility table that Frannie often cooked on was gone. Larry took his flashlight over and tugged the upended picnic table a few inches away from the trailer side.

“Oh, man,” he said. “We’ve got damage.” He straightened up. “But I guess it could be a lot worse.”

Frannie found a battery lantern in one of the compartments. They heard a shout from Mickey at their site. The kids ran over and their grandparents followed.

Mickey was shining his phone on the spot where his passenger-side mirror used to be. “Ripped it clean off.”

“Shine your light up on the roof,” Jane Ann said. A large branch had fallen on the area above the RV’s cab.

Mickey stomped up the steps, but couldn’t get the door open until his wife handed him the keys. He ducked inside with his light and turned on the 12 volt lights that ran off the house battery. He was back out in seconds to report, “It didn’t come through, but there’s definitely a crease.”

Larry said, “I’d better check the rest of the loop.” Once again, they all piled in the truck. The Bledsoes and Fuentes had just pulled back into their sites. Their headlights revealed more branches down but fortunately nothing had fallen on their RVs.

Frannie rolled down the window and yelled, “Need any help?”

“Thanks, but we’re good, I think!” Justin replied.

“Us, too,” Roger Fuentes called out.

Larry continued down to the lakeshore road. They saw the Lowe travel trailer first, skewed sideways and with a twist like a giant had wrung it out. Larry stopped the truck.

“Oh, wow,” Jane Ann said.

Headlights lit up the cab from the back window of the truck. Larry and Frannie got out as Jim and Bonnie Lowe emerged from the truck behind them.

Bonnie looked toward their wrecked camper with her hands over her mouth in disbelief. Frannie rushed back to her and put her arm over the woman’s shoulders to help her stop shaking.

“It’ll be okay. I’m sure you have insurance. But what a shock!”

Bonnie shook her head. “It’s not about that. What if we hadn’t gone to the cabins? We would have been in that!” She gazed down the road. “What about those people? They said they were staying in their camper.”

Frannie looked past the ruined but empty motorhome in the next site to Brian and Diane Medland’s trailer. It was pancaked on its top.

“You’re right! Larry!”

He rounded the Lowe’s trailer to join her. “What?”

“Look at the Medlands’ trailer!” She pointed. “They didn’t go to the cabins.”

More headlights pulled up behind the Lowes, and Ranger Beaman jumped out of the passenger side of the park truck.

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