Chapter Nineteen
They started working on the puzzles, Miles more cautiously with a pencil and Myrtle more boldly with a pen. Myrtle’s brow furrowed in concentration. She wanted to finish hers before Miles did, but she was getting more and more distracted. She badly wanted to blame Puddin for this lack of focus, but she had the feeling it was related to something else.
“Miles.”
“Mmm?” asked Miles, frowning at his puzzle.
“Do you remember when we first spoke with Bianca at the flower shop?”
Miles said absently, “Sure.”
“Do you remember when she said she’d never been over to Lillian’s house?”
“I guess. She said Lillian didn’t like combining her professional and personal lives,” said Miles. He tapped his pencil on the puzzle.
“Then we spoke with Carolyn at the library.” Myrtle frowned
