Chapter Ten
Red sighed. “The body is in the casket, Mama.”
“Then what’s that over there?” she asked, pointing over at the woods.
“Probably a makeshift camp that teens set up to do some drinking on the sly. Look, I’ve got to go.” He hurried off toward the group standing around the grave.
“Miles,” said Myrtle. “That doesn’t look like a makeshift camp to me.”
Miles said, “I don’t know. It could be a balled-up sleeping bag, I guess.” He looked at Myrtle. “Why do I have the feeling we’re going to investigate this lump in the woods?”
“Because you know I’m a better sleuth than Red,” said Myrtle with certainty. She held tightly to her cane and started moving in the direction of the woods.
“Myrtle,” said Miles, “here comes Sloan and that young reporter. I think they’re coming to talk to you.
