Fever Rich: A Mercy Mares Cozy Mystery Read Online Free PDF

just say that neither of those experiences were particularly pleasant for me or anyone else involved. Not that I hung out in dangerous neighborhoods or spent what little free time I had ambulance chasing, but within the last few months, I'd stumbled upon two murder victims. Long story short – death seemed to follow me everywhere.
     
    Just as I expected, when I refused to engage any longer with Cash, I piqued his interest. He opened the door slightly to see if I was still there. I grinned, feeling pretty darn proud of myself, if I do say so myself and watched as he decided what his next move would be.
     
    “Alright, come in, but don't touch my stuff,” he warned, opening the door.
     
    He looked better than I imagined he would have and I was glad for that, but at the same time, I was worried about all that was going on and what his reaction to the chaos would be, both emotionally and physically. Stress had a way of wreaking havoc on the body.
     
    “Thank you. I promise I won't touch anything I'm not supposed to.” I put my hand up, giving him my Scout's honor as I walked back up the stairs.
     
    “Good, because this is the only place where I can get some peace and quiet, except when Lucilla decides my stuff is any of her business.” Cash had a sense of humor. I liked that.
     
    “So, I'm going to need you to stay in here and get as much rest as possible. It will help with your healing process.” I explained.
     
    “Is that what you told Mrs. Carter to do because, if it is, then no way am I doing that,” Cash giggled in between tight coughs.
     
    “Does your chest hurt?” I asked.
     
    “Duh, I had surgery there.” Cash answered in between more coughing.
     
    He was right. I rephrased my question. “Does it hurt to breathe? Do you feel like you're getting enough air in your lungs?”
     
    He shrugged and moved on to something much more interesting.
     
    “I bet you some robbers came in here looking for my granddad's money or my video games. Mrs. Carter probably tried to fight them and she lost.” Cash showed me a little of his young imagination.
     
    How sad that this poor child had to be exposed to such a horrific ordeal. Luckily, he was safely tucked away in his room and didn't actually have to witness whatever it was that took place. At least, I hoped he didn't have to witness it. I figured, I better ask him, just in case.
     
    “Were you sleeping before I came up here to say hello to you?” I asked.
     
    His eyes shot to the ground immediately. I feared he did see what happened.
     
    “Nope,” he answered tentatively. “I was in there, but don't tell Lucilla because she'll get mad at me.” He pointed to a set of double doors inside his bedroom.
     
    “Your closet?” Oh, it was worse than I thought. I opened the doors slowly. I don't know what I was expecting to find, but I was pretty sure that it wouldn't have been a cache of snack cakes, candy bars, and chewing gum. “Wow, you have your own personal store in here, don't you? Where did you get all of this from?”
     
    Cash's face reddened. He was really an adorable little guy. “Well, if you don't tell my Granddad, I might be able to tell you, but just not right now.”
     
    Okay.
     
    I thought back to his treatment plan with his diagnosis' and I didn't recall seeing any specific restrictions, but if he kept eating this way, he might find himself with a diagnosis that would require him to stay clear of all those hidden goodies.
     
    A change of subject was in order for both me and my young charge. “Well, how are things going for you in school?”
     
    He sighed. Perhaps not the best choice of topic. I tried another.
     
    “Oh, I have a dog. Do you like dogs?” I asked, desperate for something to keep both he and I distracted. I could hear a bevy of voices coming from downstairs. The police, no doubt.
     
    Cash's eyes lit up. “I love dogs. What kind do you have?” He sat down on his bed and motioned for me to sit down with him and tell