For His Name's Sake (Psalm 23 Mysteries) Read Online Free PDF

seemed like more endless waiting a doctor came in studying a chart.
    “How is she?” Cindy asked, leaping to her feet.
    “At the moment, stable. There’s no obvious trauma of any sort.”
    “But she’s still unconscious.”
    “Yes, and obviously that’s a concern. At this point we just have to watch and wait. Hopefully she’ll wake up on her own in a few hours.”
    “And if she doesn’t?” Cindy asked.
    “Then, we’ve got other things to discuss,” the doctor said. “Hopefully, it won’t come to that.”
    Coma. That’s what he wasn’t saying. Cindy felt herself panic slightly at the thought. She forced herself to take a deep breath. It was okay, she was going to wake up and be just fine. There was no sense thinking about the worst case scenario yet.
    “I’ll check back in before the end of my shift,” the doctor promised.
    “Thank you,” she said, forcing the words out around the lump in her throat.
    The doctor left and she instantly dropped her head and began to pray.
    She didn’t know how much time passed, but it felt like an eternity as she alternated watching and praying. She and Liam exchanged a few words occasionally and nurses came in and out checking up on Geanie whose condition didn’t seem to be changing. At one point she called Jeremiah and gave him an update so he could tell Joseph and Mark what was going on.
    Cindy struggled against the feelings of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her and she kept reiterating to herself that God was in charge and that everything was going to be okay.
    “I’m going to grab us some coffee,” Liam said finally.
    “Thanks, sounds great.” She would have preferred a soda, but at this point she would take the caffeine in whatever form she could get it.
    He got up and left. No sooner had he disappeared than her phone rang. She grabbed it out of her purse and blinked at the screen.
    It was Gerald Wilson. She had been trying to get hold of the investigator turned author for the last couple of weeks. He had interviewed her almost a year earlier about her experiences with the Passion Week Killer for inclusion in his latest book about myths and legends surrounding notorious crimes. He had also been working on investigating the cult that had set up camp decades earlier up in the hills above Pine Springs. He had been driven out of town by an armed intruder in his hotel room who didn’t like his investigations. She had called him hoping to get more information about that and to see if he could help her figure out how Paul was connected to all of it.
    “Cindy, it’s good to hear from you. I was on vacation and just got back in town and got your messages. I wanted to let you know that I’m dropping a copy of the book you’re in into the mail today. They just came in and they won’t hit stores for another month. You know, I think this one has bestseller written all over it.”
    “Thanks, Gerald, I appreciate that, but I’ve actually been trying to get hold of you so I could pick your brain about the cult that was in this area.”
    “Thinking of going after their buried treasure yourself?” he asked, his voice teasing.
    “No, I’m trying to run down a connection. You remember the two detectives who worked on my case, Mark and Paul?”
    “How could I forget?” he asked drily. “Neither was very forthcoming when I tried to interview them.”
    “Well, I don’t know if you knew this, but a couple of days after you left town Paul was killed.”
    “I hadn’t realized. Was it part of that land scandal mystery you were involved in?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, what can I help you with?”
    She took a deep breath. “It turns out Paul had been lying since he was a kid about his identity. They found the body of the real Paul during that whole mess.”
    He whistled low.
    “I’ve been trying to help figure out who he might have actually been and I have reason to believe he’s connected to that cult.”
    There was a long pause on the other end and she began to