Chapter Fifteen
Kitty’s compact car was parked nearby. Myrtle moved to open the door and Miles’s arm shot out to stop her. “We need to call Red on this one. The murderer still could be lurking around. And who knows what kind of clues we could be tampering with if we trample in there?”
“I don’t plan on trampling, Miles. But I do think we have a responsibility to see if Kitty—or whoever it is—is breathing. We could help her. I’ll get right back in the car. For heaven’s sake, no one’s going to attack me with your headlights shining like a spotlight. They’d be nuts.”
“They must be nuts, Myrtle.”
“I’ll tread softly.”
Myrtle grasped her cane and moved cautiously forward. She wanted to see clues herself and had no intention of destroying anything. The ground was uneven and rocky, which caus
