Chapter Seven
As they drove off the Greener Pastures grounds, Miles said uneasily, “Myrtle, I know you have a plan and everything, but I’ve got a concern.”
Myrtle looked over at him in surprise. “A concern? Well, share it. You’re the sidekick, after all.”
“You’re planning on having us barge into that tiny police station downtown, put Darrell on the spot, and have him call up the medical examiner, right? And all that sounds great—as long as he complies with our request. But what if he doesn’t?”
“He will,” said Myrtle calmly.
“But what if he doesn’t? What if we barge in and he feels overwhelmed and defensive and weird about the fact that the chief’s mother is making the complaint? What if it doesn’t go well? Because this is our last resort. If Darrell doesn’t want to check it out, then
