Look Me in The Eyes (Keeping an Eye on Her Book 2)

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Book: Look Me in The Eyes (Keeping an Eye on Her Book 2) by S. B. Sheeran Read Free Book Online
Authors: S. B. Sheeran
possible, but it was more out of lack of patience for men who were sexist than it was for any other reasons. As far as the work went, they were fine, but she was still disappointed and sad that it was not Connelly who had woke her up.
    “Gotta get used to it, Martinez,” she said to herself even as she felt her eyes well up with tears.
    She turned her attention to the ritual that had not changed even in the past couple weeks. It started with coffee sitting at her spot in the kitchen, where she could look out at the lush well manicured lawn and the morning breeze moving through the trees. Then there were the birds, the chirping birds were the best. It’s as if they sang happiness into her soul. Most people turned on the news in the mornings or put some music on, but she simply enjoyed what Mother Nature so freely gave.
    It was, after all, the reason she had moved out of the city the first chance she got.
    As she pulled her Honda out of the driveway she prayed that her first day back would not be as hard as she felt it would be.
    Moments later as she followed Manning’s directions and pulled up out the upscale apartment complex on Banner Avenue in Downtown Brooklyn, she had a funny feeling in her tummy that she could not quite understand.
    The uniformed officer who met her at the elevator said this murder was a completely new kind of thing, and mentioned seeing something similar on the news the year before.
    “What do you know about gardening?” Manning’s asked her as he handed her a pair of gloves.
    “Not enough to be of any use.”
    “Well, you are about to see a whole new world of it, brace yourself,” he said as he pointed towards the flat open roof that housed a home garden.
    She remembered trying to grow tomatoes once so she could have a never ending supply of her favourite fruit, but after several tries and nothing but dirt under her nails to show for it, she had all but given up. The plump tomatoes that stood before her in the neat home garden made her envious. That was until she walked around to the other side and saw how they were being grown.
    “Human compost,” Manning said and pointed at the coffin like boxes that had bodies in them covered by dirt and various fruit and herb trees sprouting from different sections of the body. She had to focus all her energy on controlling her gag reflex.
    One hand of each body was positioned above the level of the heart and an IV drip running into it. Following the line of the IV she saw it was hooked up to a small water tank, and the breathing tube protruding from the mouths were above the soil level and had double layers of mesh.
    “They were alive when they were buried,” She said in horror.
    “And likely kept that way,” Sharon the medical examiner said. “Nice to have you back Detective,” she added and Martinez smiled in gratitude.
    She had always thought Sharon would have made a great friend, but seeing as she was socially awkward and horrible at making friends, she hadn’t bothered trying to cultivate a friendship with her. Martha, the old shrink, had thought it would be a good idea for her to start making some new friends. Not a lot, but one or two would be good since she was getting older. She would revisit the idea at a later date.
    “That woman,” Manning pointed to a fragile looking woman who had her arms wrapped around herself staring into space. “She was looking for a place to bury her earthworms and thought right here would be a perfect spot.”
    “Who does something like this?” Martinez asked, refocusing her attention on the bodies in front of her.
    “Back at the bureau we call him The Farmer,” Lampard’s voice sounded behind her.
    Martinez had to stop herself from asking her what the hell she was doing there. First hour back on the job and she knew the day just got a million times harder.

 
    Chapter 2
     
    “Good morning, I brought you tea,” Lampard said stepping up to Martinez held out a cup to her.
    “Thanks but I already had

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