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“DEAD?” MYRTLE WANDERED back over to the kitchen table and plopped down in a chair.
“That’s right. Red just got the call a little while ago. Veronica apparently arrived at the theater earlier to finish fixing some set issues. She saw his body crumpled at the bottom of those back stairs that lead up to the back door stage entrance,” said Elaine.
Myrtle said, “And I bet he didn’t fall.”
“Oh, I think he did fall. After he was hit on the head with something very hard. At least, that’s what Red seems to think. Someone whacked him with something hard on his head and then he took a tumble down the stairs,” said Elaine. “Red contacted the state police to let them know and he’s out working it. But I wanted to let you know and ... of course ... I knew you were up.”
“Thanks, Elaine. I’
