Chapter Six
Myrtle put her seatbelt on as they climbed into Miles’s car. “Well, what did you think? There was lots going on over there wasn’t there? And I don’t mean the Scrabble games we passed by.”
“Well, she certainly seems like a rather difficult woman,” muttered Miles as he put the key in the ignition and started the car.
“Natalie?” Myrtle snorted. “For sure!”
“No, I meant Mickey. I think she bosses Natalie around a lot.”
Myrtle said, “But what is Natalie doing? Does she even have employment? Is that why Mickey referred to her as a vulture? Was she just hanging around Mickey for handouts?”
Miles gave her a startled look. “But Natalie has to take care of her mother. She’s probably sacrificing a career to help out. All I’m saying is that if anyone’s supposed to kill anyone, it wou
