Chapter Four
Lucas Whitlow seemed intent on leaping across the yard and completely mucking up the crime scene.
Fortunately, Miles was able to hold his arm and stop him. “Lucas, there’s nothing you can do now. I’m so sorry. Let’s go inside and call the police right away. We need to find out who did this, and treading into the crime scene won’t help.”
The poor man was completely devastated, trembling all over. “Are you sure? There’s no doubt.... I didn’t even know we owned a croquet set. I never go out into the yard, you see. There’s nothing we can do...?” He looked as if he might become ill.
“I’m afraid not,” said Myrtle shaking her head and gently motioning Lucas back toward the screened porch. “Why don’t you head inside with Miles while I call Red?”
Miles carefully led Lucas back int
