Chapter Five
Myrtle gave Miles a startled look. “Ruby, you haven’t even eaten your lunch yet.” And Myrtle still had a bit of her rice pilaf left. She’d found it surprisingly palatable.
“It’s okay—I’m not really that hungry, anyway.” She abruptly stood and started walking toward the door.
Myrtle and Miles stared at her for a moment before quickly following her. “I think your choice of person to visit has real issues,” he muttered.
“Don’t be bitter just because you couldn’t finish your lunch,” said Myrtle.
“That corn pudding was pretty tasty,” said Miles, sounding sad. “And what’s the point of our following Ruby? Do you really think she’s going to be able to help us find our victim? Or our future killer? I’m wondering if she even has the capacity to remember names minutes after hearing
