Chapter Eighteen
She turned to see Rowan there and smiled. “Thank you, Rowan. This is technically my funeral outfit, but I decided it should have other purposes.”
He tilted his head to assess the ensemble. Then he slowly nodded. “There is absolutely no reason to limit that outfit to the realm of funeral services. It suits you well.” He added in a low voice, “As long as it’s not bad luck! Wouldn’t that be horrible? If we had yet another grisly death in Bradley?”
Myrtle said crisply, “Perish the thought! Two is more than enough.”
Rowan leaned in a little closer. “What do you think about Martin’s arrest?”
Myrtle asked, “What do you think about it?”
Rowan said, “I’m completely shocked. I mean, totally shocked through and through. If there was one thing I thought was obvious, it’s that Ma
