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The Greenhouse Murders Part Four By: L.M. Mercer

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The Greenhouse Murders
Part4
By: L.M. Mercer


Justin awoke suddenly and slapped at the digital clock alarming on a nearby table. “Shut up already, you infernal machine. Susan, did you set this damn thing? Susan?” He turned over to find the blankets pushed down and the sheets cold. Thinking she had just already gotten out of bed, he started to close his eyes, but a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach caused him to sit up. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on as he looked quickly around the room, before placing his feet on the cold floor. Unable to shake the sensation of dread, he rushed out the door and down the stairs, calling for his wife as he went. Finding himself alone in the house, Justin began searching outside and rounding one corner, he saw the open greenhouse doors.


As that nagging sensation of dread turned into a feeling of impending doom, he quickly ran toward the swinging doors, calling out to Susan the whole way. Reaching the doors, he paused to catch his breath before searching within the building. As he entered, a flutter of white fabric off to the side of the structure’s doors caught his attention. Rushing across the distance between them, Justin found Susan lying on the cold ground between two rose bushes, her skin as pale white as her robe.


“Susan,” he said kneeling next to her, “Susan, wake up baby.” He touched her cheek and found it cold; fearing she had died, he frantically searched her signs of life. Justin released a sigh of relief when he located a pulse. “Baby, don’t worry, everything is gonna be okay.” He picked his wife up, cradling her limp body to his chest.


“Justin?” Susan asked in a quiet voice. “What are you doing? Where am I?”


“Well,” he said softly, bending to kiss her forehead, “Since you chose to sleep part of the night away in the greenhouse without a blanket, I am carrying you back inside.”


“Oh, okay,” was all she said, before falling back asleep.


Justin carried her into the house and after climbing the stairs, placed her gently on the bed. He left her side long enough to grab a pair of flannel pajamas, an electric blanket and a basin of warm water. He gently undressed his wife, cleaned her muddy feet and dressed her tenderly in the warm flannel pajamas, before wrapping her in the electric blanket. As the color slowly returned to Susan’s flesh, Justin began to relax and breath easier. When he was certain she would recover, he left her for just a moment to go downstairs and grab their laptop.


Before returning to their bedroom, he picked up some sodas and a bag of chips to hold him over while he kept an eye on Susan as she rested. With her briefcase strapped over one shoulder, a sketchbook and legal pad squeezed under one arm, the six-pack hanging from his fingertips, and a bag of chips clutched in the other hand, Justin returned to the bedroom. Upon arriving at her side, Justin set up an office at the foot of the bed and began to do research.


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About the Author

An avid reader from a young age, L.M. Mercer developed an addiction to books in her childhood that has intensified into an obsession that is getting more expensive by the day.

Although L.M. Mercer draws the inspiration for her poetry mostly from her life and those lives around her, her stories are influenced by her favorite authors. She draws on her love of the works of Edgar Alan Poe to add a touch of morose to her work and multiple romance novelists for that spark of romance.


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