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IT TOOK A BIT LONGER for Veronica to surface than they’d planned—long enough that, after her large meal, Myrtle was beginning to feel drowsy.
When the back door to the theater opened, though, Myrtle was suddenly wide awake. Veronica came out of the doorway, smirking as she said something light to Roscoe, who was grinning back at her. She pushed a hand through her long, strawberry-blonde hair and it swished across her shoulders.
Myrtle said to Miles, “They seem very friendly, too. Do you think that maybe Josie was mistaken and Roscoe was actually having an affair with Veronica?”
Miles hiccupped. “Excuse me,” he said with a sigh. He fumbled in his center console for his antacid. “Finishing off your chili cheese fries was a mistake.”
“I’m going to stop speculating and just go
