Cash, however, seemed quite reluctant to speak with Red alone. He hesitated again and said, “Do you mind if we talk right here, Red? Like I said, I’m pretty worn out from my red-eye flight.”
Red shrugged, although Myrtle could tell he was irritated. He pulled up a chair to the side of the booth and set the notebook down. Gesturing at it, Red asked in a low voice, “Do you know much about your wife’s plans for purchasing the diner?”
“Not very much, no. Of course, she talked about it briefly with me. Although I didn’t know she specifically meant the diner. She’d mentioned purchasing a local business and I encouraged her.”
His tone was matter-of-fact except for a slight note of disdain or condescension that Myrtle picked up on. She was sure it wouldn’t go down well with Red.
Sure enough
