MYRTLE WAS ABLE TO slip away and walk fairly briskly back toward her house before Red realized she was there. She had lots to think about and it was just as well that she didn’t have to have a battle of wits or wills with Red. It was all bouncing around in her head, wanting to come out. The mention of an earring had reminded her that Mimsy had mentioned losing one at Bunco. Could the two be connected somehow? Ordinarily, she’d discuss her findings with her trusty sidekick. But, said trusty sidekick had been felled by a virus.
Myrtle was about to pass Miles’s house when she hesitated. Perhaps he was in need of more help. Perhaps he even needed an appointment at his doctor’s office and a ride in the car there. Myrtle walked up to Miles’s front door and peered in the side window again. This
