Chapter Eighteen
Myrtle held out the knife in front of her and grabbed at her cane with the other. “Now that you’re in here, you can make a phone call for me. Give Red a call and tell him that I’ve solved his murders for him and that he can collect his perp from my house.”
A smile spread across Maxine’s face. “Clever aren’t you? But a horrible actress, Miss Myrtle. I could tell at book club that you’d found something out after you talked to Erma Sherman. It was written all over your face. But you’ve made the mistake of bringing a knife to a gunfight.” She revealed that she’d been holding a pistol under the dip and chip dish. “Now put that knife down.”
Myrtle reluctantly lowered the knife, but didn’t drop it. “This is stupid, Maxine. And you’re not a stupid woman. There’s no way you can
