Chapter Five
As Miles drove away, Myrtle said, “Why do I have the feeling that ‘golf course’ is soon going to be up on their sign along with ‘live bait,’ ‘boiled peanuts,’ and ‘psychic readings’?”
Miles sighed. “Well, I suppose it’s not all that different from miniature golf, if you think about it. At least it was a productive visit, right? You received your permission from Wanda for the news story. And you were warned about imminent danger again.”
Myrtle said, “She never said it was imminent. I’ll simply keep an eye out, as I always do. Now, let’s talk about tomorrow morning.”
Miles said uncomfortably, “I hope by ‘morning’ you mean eight o’clock and not four o’clock.”
“Technically, four o’clock is morning.”
“For some people. But not for people who haven’t slept for days,” said Miles
