Chapter Sixteen
“Miles, we need to set a trap.”
Miles’ voice sounded rather sleepy. “Have you collected more feral cats, Myrtle? Isn’t one ferocious feline enough for you?”
“No, no, I mean a trap for the murderer. I don’t want to plot this over the phone—can’t you come by? You’re not sleeping, are you?”
Now Miles’ voice had an edge of irritation to it. “Actually, I was putting my feet up for a little while, yes. I didn’t sleep so well last night.”
“Miles, I haven’t slept for the past five years and I’m doing all right. Plus I’m a good ten or fifteen years older than you. Can’t you just come over?”
Challenges were clearly key to get Miles motivated. He was walking through Myrtle’s front door mere minutes later. He wasn’t in a good humor, but he was there. “You mentioned a trap?” he as
