The medic alert monitoring service had not only immediately called Red (it notified the closest relative on record), but had also put in calls to police, fire, and EMS. Which is how a host of emergency vehicles, including Red’s on-call deputy, had descended on Myrtle’s small home in the middle of the night. Hiram was placed in handcuffs and taken away.
Most annoyingly, Erma had come over, gaping, to ensure Myrtle was all right. This time, even Red was ready to see her go. “She’s just fine,” he’d told Erma, effectively shutting the door in her donkey-like face.
Miles was over directly after Erma, blinking in the lights of the assorted emergency vehicles. Red pointed him over to the kitchen where Myrtle was having a large cup of coffee. “Coffee?” she asked Miles in a chirpy tone.
He nod
