Chapter Seventeen
The next morning, Myrtle checked her computer. She saw that her blog post had indeed published as she’d scheduled it.
There was also another interesting post on the Bradley Bugle’s blog. Apparently, Connie Clayborne was offering a reward for information involving the murder of her son. Myrtle blinked. It was a reward for five thousand dollars. The best part of all was that Connie was only asking for information, not an arrest. Myrtle smiled.
There was a light tap at her front door. This was puzzling at around seven in the morning, but not nearly as scary as the unexpected knock on the door last night. Myrtle looked out the front window and saw Annette there, still in her scrubs.
“Hi, Miss Myrtle,” said Annette. “I’m on my way home, so I can’t come in to visit. But I
