Chapter Fourteen
Myrtle decided that what she needed, really needed, was to host a small dinner party. No, “dinner party” was too extreme. She just needed an excuse to have Red over for dinner and an opportunity to extract information from him. Getting some forensic information would be especially useful. Or even some direction for suspects. Red did love to talk, but usually kept his trap shut when it came to his job. Supper might loosen him up. Besides, she wanted him to properly meet Miles—especially since Red and Elaine lived right across the street from him. She clucked. It was a shame how neighbors didn’t meet new neighbors anymore. She would fix that little situation, she decided, benevolently. By the time she picked up the phone to call Elaine, she’d completely convinced herself of
