Chapter Fourteen
Still watching through binoculars, Myrtle mused, “What on earth could his motivation be? It’s easy to see why Bootsie’s so crazy about him. But what’s driving him?”
“Money,” answered a dry voice from outside their rolled down windows. Myrtle and Miles jumped half a mile as Red’s angry face appeared through Myrtle’s window. They’d been so absorbed in their surveillance that the arrival of Red’s police cruiser had gone completely unnoticed. “Hi, Mama,” he said in a tight voice. “Miles. Thought I recognized the car. What the blazes are y’all doing out here?”
“Just following up on a lead for my Bradley Bugle story,” answered Myrtle calmly. “We’re on a stakeout. What are you doing out here?”
Red barely held his temper in check. “This is my beat. And I thought you were watc
