Chapter Thirteen
But Annie proved difficult to find. Myrtle and Miles made a couple of unsuccessful passes downstairs in case Annie was on the move. But she was nowhere to be found.
Myrtle said, “Let’s split up. I’ll check outside and you can check upstairs.”
Miles balked. “I’m not going upstairs. That seems rather off-limits. The family quarters.”
“It’s not a family. It’s only Martin. But all right. I’ll go upstairs and you go outside. We can text each other if we find her.” Someone jostled Myrtle, spilling wine on her. “Watch it!” she snapped at the middle-aged man. He reddened, mumbled an apology, and hastily retreated. “Something always happens to my funeral outfit,” she growled.
Myrtle headed for an elaborate staircase under a tremendous crystal chandelier while Miles set off thr
