She eyed the hulk of a building along the tracks below and rubbed her numb hand and arm. Three stories of red brick and arched windows, the depot had been around since the 1800s. No doubt it had been bustling back then, when the most efficient mode of travel was by train and Baraboo had been home to the Ringling Brothers Circus. Now cinderblock filled spaces that were once windows, some painted red, some unadorned gray. The structure's west end held two graffiti-scarred garage doors, a small steel door tucked beside one. To the east, a single small door was the only way out.
She and Lund joined the county emergency response team at the edge of a scraggly clump of barren trees.
"We've been seeing far too much of each other lately, Val," Bobby Vaughan, the county's ERT commander, said. "Helluva bad day."
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