Chapter Nine
Miles peered down the aisle. “I suppose so. She sort of looks like her, anyway.”
“Martin said his mother had some sort of falling out with Tallulah, remember? We should talk to her.”
Miles winced. “We’re accosting suspects in the grocery store now?”
“We have to make our opportunities where we can find them! Seize the day and all that,” said Myrtle firmly. She walked with determination toward the woman with Miles reluctantly trailing behind with the grocery cart.
When the woman spotted Myrtle, she lit up and hurried toward her with just as much determination.
“You were at Lillian’s house yesterday morning, weren’t you?” the woman asked.
“Yes. I’m Myrtle Clover and this is my friend, Miles Bradford. You were Lillian’s neighbor, is that right?”
The woman nodded. “Yes, I w
