Hideaway Hospital Murders

HIDEAWAY HOSPITAL MURDERS


This is a work of fiction. The characters and events described in this book
are imaginary and resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.


Published by Robert Burton Robinson


FIRST EDITION (Revised)
August 2007


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Greg Tenorly Mystery Series:
Bicycle Shop Murder
Hideaway Hospital Murders
Illusion of Luck



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SYNOPSIS

The small East Texas town of Coreyville is shaken by brutal murders and
kidnappings, striking too close to home for Greg Tenorly. And the only
witness is a mentally ill neighbor whose remarks are rejected by the police
as gibberish. But Greg listens carefully to the man’s seemingly incoherent
statements, and later realizes that they just might contain enough clues to
point him in the direction of the killer.

But his investigation leads him into a hornet’s nest of dark secrets, old
grudges, jealousy, and greed. Now, caught in the crossfire between two
families, Greg’s life is in serious jeopardy.

By morning, more bodies will be headed for the morgue. The only question
is whether Greg Tenorly will be among them.

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HIDEAWAY HOSPITAL MURDERS
BY ROBERT BURTON ROBINSON

Chapter 1

“It’s about to come on. Hurry.”
“I’m coming.”
Nurse Judy delivered Martha’s tray just in time. It was a frozen dinner, but
Judy always transferred it to a fancy plate and prepared a small salad and a
bowl of applesauce to go alongside it.
“Looks great, Judy. Now sit down and let’s eat.”
Nurse Judy sat down in the recliner next to Martha’s bed. The meal she
made for herself was similar to Martha’s. “Didn’t we just see this one a few
days ago?”
“I don’t remember. But you know it doesn’t matter. I love Jessica Fletcher.”
It was the only good thing about her failing memory. She could watch
reruns of Murder She Wrote over and over again. They were all new to her.
The doorbell rang.
“Whoever it is, just get rid of them. It couldn’t be friends or family. They
know better than to interrupt my show.”
Nurse Judy walked down the hallway to the front door. It was a nurse.
“May I help you?”
“The agency sent me.”
“No, there must be some mistake. I’ve been caring for Mrs. Mason for a
couple of months now.”

“Oh, great. Why do they keep doing this to me? Mind if I come in and use
the phone?”
“Don’t you have a cell phone?”


“Yeah, but it’s dead. I forgot to charge it last night.”
“I hate when I do that. Sure, come on in. What’s your name?”
“Carnie.”
“Good to meet you, Carnie. I’m Judy. You can use the house phone.”
Judy led her to the phone. Carnie picked up the receiver and began to dial.
But as Judy turned to walk away, Carnie slammed the phone across the
back of her head.
Nurse Judy collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Martha’s blaring TV masked the noise.
Carnie scoured the living room, kitchen, and other rooms for valuables, but
found none. Finally, she entered Martha’s bedroom. Martha was so
engrossed in her show that she didn’t even look at the nurse when she
came in.
“Who was that at the door?”
“It was me.”
“What?” Martha looked away from the TV. “Who are you?”
“I’m the person who’s not going to hurt you as long as you cooperate.”
Martha picked up the remote and muted the TV.
“What do you want?”
“Jewels, valuables—that kind of stuff.”
“I don’t have anything but costume jewelry.”
“Where’s your safe?”
“I don’t have a safe.”
Carnie walked out of the room.