Jill Nelson - Rocky Mountain Sabotage

“Where’s the door?” a male voice screamed. Cliff.

Yes, where was the door, but also, where was the fire? She glanced over her shoulders, and made out the dark form of the potbellied stove. All normal enough, and yet bitter, pine-tinged smoke swirled everywhere.

She had to get her patients out of here! Lauren yanked herself from the blanket’s grip and stood, staring around. Hazy lights bobbed here and there. As they’d done before the group turned in last night, people were using their cell phone flashlights. Without cell service, the phones weren’t good for much else, and from the volume of smoke in the room, not much good for lighting, either. The glow was more disorienting than illuminating.

“Where are you, Lauren?” Feminine tones rose above the panicked din.

“Mom!” Lauren answered. “Don’t look—” she coughed “—for me! Find a way out!”

“Jade Eyes!”

A burn in the pit of Lauren’s stomach joined the burn in her throat. Kent. She needed his strong arms and back to move Rich and Mags.

“Over here. Help me with the patients.”

“Keep calling ou—” A throaty hack chopped off the last bit of the sentence.

“He...re!” Her lungs cramped against the invading fumes.

“Get low. Stay low, everyone.” His voice was much closer and near her knees.

Lauren dropped down to join him. “Where?”

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