Chapter Eighteen––––––––
Myrtle swallowed hard. “I suppose so, If you really want to visit, Simon. How’s that leg of yours doing? That’s a nasty bite Kojak gave you.”
Simon growled, “Stupid dog. I knew you’d figured out I killed Cullen when you were looking at my leg.”
“Willow told me that Kojak hated you. And I knew you were lying about cutting Cullen’s grass because I saw Tiny Kirk doing yard work there the day of Cullen’s murder. But you’re wrong—I didn’t put it all together until right before you walked through my door.” She summoned up the old schoolteaching voice that used to have a quelling effect on Simon in the classroom. “This is stupid, Simon. Put that knife down. You’re only adding to your problems.”
He shook his head, emphatically. “Math never was your strong suit, Miss My
