ON CLOSER INSPECTION, Luella appeared to be very dead indeed. Her eyes were wide open and staring lifelessly into the dark. Her mouth was frozen in a snarl. The cigarette she’d been so keen on was lying next to her at the base of a particularly mischievous gnome.
Miles’s voice came from behind her. “Any luck, Myrtle? The natives are getting restless in there.”
“I found her, all right. But she won’t be playing Bonkers tonight. Someone killed her, Miles.”
“What?”
“Yes.” Myrtle squinted into the dark, leaning forward on her cane. She saw a gnome with a large adjustable wrench on its head. “I told Dusty to put his tools away! I think that wrench must be the murder weapon.”
“I’ll get Red,” said Miles.
“Just let Elaine know on the way out...she’ll need to go over to be with Jack,” said M
