Chapter Twelve
“Do you feel up to a little walk, Wanda? We don’t have our driver right now, so it’ll mean a bit of exercise.”
“Goin’ to the garage?” asked Wanda.
Myrtle smiled at her. “If you’re up to it. It’s very handy having a psychic around. It means I have a lot less explaining to do. We’ll go see Preston Cook. He owns the garage and would have spoken with Foley about his broken car.”
“An’ he’s married to the woman who Royce was talkin’ to on the phone,” added Wanda.
“You’re a natural sidekick,” said Myrtle, sounding pleased. “Yes, that too. As I mentioned, I taught all these folks back in the day. At the time, Preston was a football hero and Royce . . . was not. Cindy and Royce had been an item until Cindy started dating Preston. They married young, as I recall. Now it sounds li
