A Cup of Cozy by Anthology

Author:Anthology
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: mystery, holiday, suspense, women sleuths, anthology
Published: 2013-11-25T07:00:00+00:00

She needed to call Pamela. She scrolled through her numbers again but didn’t see it. Bob’s cell. Phoebe’s cell. Jake’s cell. Even Pamela’s sister-in-law’s number.

The ambulance pulled into the driveway.

Jane ran down the stairs to let them in. She threw open the door and directed two paramedics up the stairs. “The door at the end of the hall!” she hollered as they passed.

Jane followed them, with another paramedic right behind her. She reached the room just in time to see one of the men grab Bob by his feet.

Another man grabbed Bob’s shoulders. Together the paramedics pulled him to the ground.

Bob landed with a thud. Jane’s stomach twisted at the sound.

The man at Bob’s shoulders grabbed the neck of the tank top and ripped it down the middle. He began chest compressions, counting in a low voice.

The woman who had followed Jane pulled out the defibrillator.

Maybe Phoebe was right. Maybe they could start his heart again. The paramedics stuck wires at his chest and hip, and then applied the charge.

The man who had ripped Bob’s shirt attached an oxygen mask.

“How did you find him?” the third paramedic asked. She had been busy pulling things out of her medical bag and handing them to the two who were performing CPR.

Jane jumped. She hadn’t been expecting a question. “I just, I opened the door and went to strip the bed and there he was. He didn’t look right so I checked for a pulse.”

The paramedic nodded, encouraging her to continue.

Jane shook her head. “There wasn’t one so I called 911. Is he going to be okay?”

The paramedic tilted her head, her mouth in a small frown

Jane looked back at her phone and scrolled through the numbers. She needed to find Pamela Crawford. Now. She went through them all three times, the numbers and names swimming. She closed her eyes and pressed the heel of her hand over one eye. She counted to three. She opened her eyes and scrolled through one more time, slowly.

“Pamela’s mobile.” Under P, instead of C with the rest of the Crawfords.

Jane hit send.

The paramedic on his knees looked up at his partner and shook his head. The partner pulled out a cell phone.

A phone rang in the master bathroom.

The woman who had spoken with Jane put her hand on Jane’s back. “Would you like to answer that call?”

Jane held out the phone in her hand and pointed at her Bluetooth headset. “I’m trying to get a hold of Bob’s wife.”

The paramedic nodded and went back to work.

When Jane’s call went to voice mail, she hung up. What message could she leave Pamela? Thirty years of wedded bliss were likely over?

The phone in the master bath had stopped ringing, but Jane thought she’d check it. Maybe Pamela had been trying to call Bob, trying to find out where he was.

Everything went in slow motion as she moved to the bathroom. The doorknob clicked as it turned, as though it needed to be oiled. The door caught on the threshold as she pushed it in.

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