Chapter Three
A few minutes later, Miles got into his car and Myrtle climbed reluctantly back into Erma’s. She hadn’t been quick enough to think of a good excuse to ride there with Miles.
It was the ride over to the diner that was most annoying to Myrtle.
Erma said with a sidelong glance, “You don’t think Wanda did this, do you? I’m just asking because you always do that detecting work.”
Myrtle swung around to glare at Erma. “What on earth are you implying?” she asked coldly.
Erma kept on going, not even registering Myrtle’s displeasure. “Wanda knew something.”
“Of course she knew something. She is psychic.” Myrtle glared at Erma.
“Wanda knew Lillian was going to die,” persisted Erma.
“Wanda knew Lillian was in danger and felt a responsibility to warn her of that. Because she didn’
