“About how you’d expect. Bootsie Davenport puts on a “lady of the manor” act with us. Kat Roberts is belligerent. Strange-looking girl, there. Let’s see—Agnes Walker is courteous, but not helpful. Connor’s defensive. And when we interview Prissy Daniels, I pack smelling salts in my pocket.”
“Prissy couldn’t be that bad,” scoffed Myrtle.
Red looked thoughtful. “She might be faking it. I’d swear she’s even tougher than Kat.” He went in for the basket.
It occurred to Myrtle that there was something else that needed to be delivered. Really, Miles was being completely absurd about the painting. He always complained that his out-of-town guests would stay too long anyway. He only had the one bedroom, so when he had guests, he slept on a rollaway bed in his small office. She’d probably be doi
