She’d been alarmed earlier to see how much sicker he’d gotten overnight. Celia had assured Sam that she would be taking him to the doctor first thing, and there was no need for Sam to stay home from work—except she probably should have because she’d be good for nothing today. Listening to him struggle for every breath had filled her with overwhelming anxiety. She knocked on Jeannie’s door, wondering if she should’ve called first. Probably. Hearing the series of deadbolts disengaging, she stood up a little straighter, trying to shake off the dread that hung over her after seeing her dad. The door swung open, and Sam was sorry to see that Jeannie looked like she hadn’t slept a wink. “Come in.” She led Sam to the dining room table where the nonthreatening cards had been boxed up. “Here’s the one.” Jeannie had opened the card before she put it into the evidence bag so Sam was able to read both sides. A chill traveled through her as she read the message. The “bang bang you’re dead”
