Chapter Eleven
His mother had really done it this time. She had taken leave of her senses, getting involved in his murder investigation. You’d think she had nothing else to do with her time. That she couldn’t find any legitimate hobbies in the town of Bradley. Perkins was going start thinking that Myrtle Clover was Parke’s killer—with boredom as her motive.
Red couldn’t figure out why she was so stubborn over this. She was just bound and determined that she was going to crack the case and get some sort of glory or an award or something. Now she’d managed to put herself in mortal danger. And Red was going to have to spend a perfectly good lunch break cutting back her shrubbery to make it villain-proof. He heaved a sigh.
Detective Lieutenant Perkins walked out of Red’s office and joined
