not a great book, but a nice little mystery, I liked it, anotation follows,
There was a pause, then the sound of glass smashing against a wall. Janet Rhys
froze where she stood until the dishes quit crashing and the men left the
kitchen. There was silence for a bit, then a small explosion that was no doubt
the oil lamp tossed onto whatever they'd piled up for kindling. Then the fire
began to catch and the flames to out roar the wind. For her, it looked like a
case of fry or freeze. So she did the only thing she could do: wrapped the
emergency blanket around her, tried the one window, found it stuck, pulled the
tough plastic over her head, and jumped through, glass and all.
The Curmudgeon has spoken!
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