Chapter Eighteen
Myrtle actually did end up clocking a few hours of sleep after Randy left. But she must have had one ear or eye open the whole time, listening for trouble, because she woke up feeling as if she’d been awake the entire night.
“Might as well make use of the time I’ve got left in here,” she muttered. She needed to find Fred’s newspaper and put it in her pocketbook to secure it. She also wanted to have a look and see if there was anything else in Mickey’s pile of papers in Ruby’s room. Maybe Ruby was the owner of a huge bundle of blackmailing material and was completely unaware of it.
After about forty-five minutes of searching, Myrtle was beginning to get stiff and irritable. Half of her wanted to just head over to the dining room and be the first in line for coffee and br
