MYRTLE DECIDED IT WAS certainly late enough in the morning to start her investigation. And clearly, she should start moving toward Alma’s house. If Red spotted her in that direction, why she was simply taking her morning walk, that was all. If he spotted her on Alma’s property (because sometimes that nice Lieutenant Perkins from the state police would give her a drop or two of information), then she’d simply say that she’d been taking her walk and decided to make a short detour to remind him that he was welcome to shower at her house as soon as he was done with the crime scene.
As she passed Miles’s house, though, something made her stop again. Maybe it was that he’d looked so wretchedly pitiful in that recliner earlier. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been so piqued last time when she’d
