Chapter Fifteen
Myrtle and Miles exchanged a glance. Myrtle said, “You see, Lyle was murdered at the park this morning. He apparently went out there early in the mornings to fill the feeders and clear the paths. Maybe Amber was picking up on something.”
Clara’s eyes opened wide. “Then she’s a little heroine for getting me out of there! In the park with a killer? Ugh.” She hesitated and then sighed. “That does make me sound really insensitive. Poor Lyle. I was sorry to hear that he was dead. And poor Sally, too. I know what she’s going through now. I’ll have to go over and visit.”
“You were on good terms with Lyle?” asked Myrtle.
“I wouldn’t have said that we were best friends or anything, but we never had a problem with each other. And it was easier to be civil once Neil died. The argu
