Chapter Sixteen
Myrtle walked into downtown Bradley as soon as the shops opened. There was a small sporting goods store that had been in the same location for the past sixty years. It had probably been forty years since she’d last been in there—getting a football or a baseball for Red.
This time was slightly different. The clerk looked doubtfully at her. “Red pepper spray?” he asked. “Is that something you think you’ll really need here in Bradley? With a cop living right across the street from you?”
This was another former student of hers. He was elderly too, as many of her former students now were. “Look, Mike, you know what happened in my backyard; not once, but twice. I think I need all the self-protection I can get.”
She’d leveled the same look at him that she had when he’d been ta
