The City of Mediums (A Lost Souls Lane Mystery Book 7) by Erin Huss

Author:Erin Huss [Huss, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

“I can explain.” The words spill out of my mouth as I spring to my feet.

“Dammit.” Jose flings himself backward on the foot of the bed and lets his arms hang down until his hands touch the floor. “Now we’ll never know what happens with Clive.”

“What are you really doing here?” Sophia is holding the nurse call button up like it’s a lightsaber. “Why did you say all that stuff about pizza and Mr. Sims?”

“There has been a misunderstanding.” I say this so much I should have it tattooed across my forehead.

Or not.

“I can see and speak to the dead and read minds. I can also communicate with your daughter. Ross Sims was not drunk. Kristin believes he had a seizure, but I do not believe that’s the case. I think he was poisoned. By whom, I don’t know yet. But this was not an accident, I do believe this was mu—” I catch myself before I throw murder around, remembering how well that ended for me last time. “The death was not accidental.”

“The death was not accidental?” Jose lifts his head to look at me, bringing his chin to his chest. “Is that better than murder?”

“Not helping,” I mutter under my breath.

Sophia’s thumb is hovering over the call button. “Are you saying someone tried to murder my daughter?”

I chose my words carefully. “I’m saying that I think Mr. Sims was poisoned, and if he was poisoned then … Kristin was probably poisoned too!” Holy crap. “She only ate one slice! Ross had multiple slices, and if the pizza was poisoned, then that would explain why he died and she’s still alive but … you did say they couldn’t figure out why she had high blood pressure and kidney failure. Did they test for poison?”

Suddenly, a cacophony of alarms blares from all the machines attached to Kristin. Two nurses fling open the curtain and storm the bed, quickly getting to work, pressing buttons, calling out orders, and asking us to move aside.

“What did you do?” Sophia’s voice is sharp with alarm, and she’s staring at me. “What did you do?”

“N-nothing.” I don’t think.

“Pulse ox is low,” says one of the nurses.

“So is her temp,” says the other nurse.

“Get up,” I hiss at Jose. “You’re making her cold.”

Jose scrambles off the bed and floats out to the hallway while the nurses tend to Kristin. A man dressed in scrubs pushes a crash cart into the room, and I move out of his way.

While I’m deeply concerned about Kristin, and I feel horrible leaving Sophia alone at a time like this, it feels like the right opportunity to leave. I still have one murder to prevent, and now I have one murder to solve.

Backpedaling to the door, I wait until I’m in the hallway before I break into a brisk power walk.

“Did I do that?” Jose is floating beside me. “I think I touched her legs when I was on her bed. Did that make her croak? I made her croak. It was me.

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