Chapter Two
Myrtle and Miles looked at each other again.
“Is something wrong?” asked Clara, her quivering voice behind them. She appeared to be still unsuccessfully trying to call her husband.
“Just a minute,” said Myrtle in her firm schoolteacher voice. Under her breath she said to Miles, “Okay. You give Clara the news and I’ll call Red.” Having a son who was the police chief could be annoying, but it was occasionally helpful.
“Me?” Miles looked anxious. “I don’t think this is my forte.”
“Do you think it’s mine? All the women in town think you’re so charming, Miles. I promise you she’ll take the news better from you.” Myrtle gave him a tiny shove.
As Miles ministered to the ever-more-distraught Clara, Myrtle made a quick check around the car for any clues. Red was decidedly unhelpfu
