Sanctuary Buried by Lisa Phillips

Author:Lisa Phillips
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, suspense, christian, sanctuary, angel of death, euthanasia, rancher, witsec, us marshals

Chapter 14

Matthias heard the thud, and raced into the kitchen. He’d figured Frannie dropped something heavy, but it was her on the floor. “Frannie!”

Elma and May came trotting in, too. Matthias crouched. She was breathing but barely, and her heartbeat was weak. “Frannie.” He patted her cheek. “Frannie, can you hear me?”

“What happened?”

“What should we do?”

Matthias kept his eyes on Frannie. Should he lift her? “Call the emergency number.” They’d either get Dotty at the sheriff’s office, or the sheriff himself if he was off duty. “Call the medical center, too. We need the doctor here.”

May pushed back out the door. A letter lay on the floor beside Frannie. It was open enough he could see it was another one from the killer. Had she fainted from the shock of it? Maybe he just needed something strong smelling to wake her up. But for now, he needed to get the thing put away so no one else touched it. John could take it as soon as he got there, but right now it was his responsibility.

“Get me a plastic bag that seals.”

Elma opened a low cupboard, searching around until she located one. Matthias grabbed the letter with two fingers. The thing smelled awful. No wonder Frannie was having headaches, and coughing. The disorientation in her kitchen had really freaked him out. He dropped the letter in and looked at his fingers.

White powder.

Anthrax?

Matthias looked at Elma. “Seal that up without touching it or breathing in the smell.” He went to the sink and washed his hands before going back to Frannie.

May came back in, her eyes full of tears. “The doctor will be here in two minutes, but the sheriff will be longer.”

He looked at Frannie. “The doctor will be able to help her.” He hoped, at least. God, where’s John? Help us. Help Frannie. Get the doctor here.

The previous letter hadn’t had any powder on it, or any white residue. But the smell had been similar—although not as strong as this. How would they figure out what it was? Anything able to make Frannie this sick was either something she was naturally allergic to, or anyone would react like this. Either way, it was methodical and intentional.

The killer had reached out, making contact with her—looking to confess his sins. But more than that was he deliberately trying to harm Frannie?

“What happened?” Elma’s knees popped as she knelt on the opposite side of Frannie, who still hadn’t woken. “Was she hurt, or did she faint? What’s going on?”

Matthias took Frannie’s hand. “She saw someone at the medical center Saturday night. He was trying to harm Stella, and he hurt Frannie. Now he’s sending her letters about how he helps those who are ill, or who want to die.”

“Like euthanasia?” When Matthias nodded the older woman gasped. “That’s terrible! Who would do that?”

“We don’t know, but—”

The doctor rushed in with a bulky duffel bag. Matthias kept his hold on Frannie’s hand, but moved aside so Fenton could kneel by her. “You found her like this?” Fenton listened to her breathing with his stethoscope.

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