Dust and Obey by Barritt Christy

Author:Barritt, Christy [Barritt, Christy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery & Suspense, Religion & Spirituality, Religious & Inspirational Fiction, Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: River Heights
Published: 2015-07-29T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 24

We reached the hospital, which was relatively small compared to most of the ones I’d been to—and, of course, the volunteer at the front desk told us that there was no one there by the name of Ginger Wagnor.

“Maybe Wagnor was her maiden name, not her legal name?” I said, leaning closer to the desk. “She was injured over on Bird’s Nest Island—?”

“Bird’s Nest Island?” she interrupted, her eyes narrowed in confusion.

“It used to be call Cemetery Island,” Riley said.

Realization lit on the woman’s face. “Oh yes. You mean the woman who went off the cliff?”

I nodded. “Yes, she’s the one.”

She pursed her lips contemplatively for a moment. “Let me see what I can find out. But I heard she’s still not conscious, so I’m not sure how much visiting you’re going to get in.”

“I was hoping for better news.” I frowned, honestly disappointed. I wanted her to be okay, and not just because I wanted answers.

“There’s always hope.” She tapped something in the computer and then pulled out a card, jotted a number there, and handed it to us. “She’s in ICU. Maybe her family can give you an update.”

Family? Did that mean someone was here with her? Could we be that lucky?

Riley and I traveled down the hall, up the stairs, and found the ICU. A nurse disappeared inside just as we approached, so I grabbed the door, waited until the nurse vanished, and then slipped into the secure area. Moving quickly so we wouldn’t be spotted, we found Ginger’s room and ducked inside.

Ginger lay in the bed, with eyes closed and multiple tubes hooked up to her. The scent of rubbing alcohol or Lysol or some other universal hospital odor wafted up to me. The smell turned my stomach. I only had bad memories of hospitals—more and more of those bad memories as time went on.

I frowned as I gazed at Ginger. What had she gotten herself into? Why would someone feel so threatened by her that she’d been pushed to her death?

If I hadn’t found her when I did, she probably would be dead by now.

Out of curiosity, I glanced to a white board on the wall across from the bed. There at the top of the board was her real name: Ginger Lambert. I stored that information in the back of my mind.

I looked back at Riley, noticing that he’d been quiet since we stepped inside. He looked pale, almost sickly white, for that matter. Concern ricocheted through me.

Instinctively I reached for him, my heart lurching into my throat. “Are you okay?”

He nodded toward Ginger, still looking shell-shocked. “Is that what I looked like?”

I rubbed my lips together, everything making sense. I glanced at Ginger. She looked nearly dead. Nothing about her screamed alive, nothing but the steady beat of the heart monitor.

“You looked worse,” I whispered.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I’ve come far in the past nine months, Gabby.”

“Considering you were on death’s doorstep, I’d say definitely that you have.

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