The temperature peaked at 40 degrees on Jan. 22 in Abingdon.
University of Virginia first-year student Spencer Buddington and three of his hometown buddies had gotten together for one last outing before returning to their respective universities for spring term.
They hit their favorite antique store, Zephyr Antiques, on Main Street. Like many small historic towns in Virginia, Abingdon’s once-bustling main street had been recreated into a quaint shopping and strolling place filled with shops and restaurants with names like Mamma Mia Italian, Chef Heathers and The Tavern.
Zephyr Antiques has four floors of goods, and Buddington and his friends, who all grew up in Abingdon, always found something to capture their interest. They emerged from Zephyr’s about 2:30 p.m. on that Friday and turned to a shop next door: the just-opened Abingdon General Store, which sells everything from turkey calls and fishing bait to candles and jewelry.
Buddington and his crew immediately noticed something was wrong. A door to the store was open, but employees waved them away. That’s when the first-year student and Eagle Scout spied some action just inside. “They had a door open and I happened to see Mr. Ward on the ground,” he said.

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