Chapter Eight
As Myrtle and Miles walked through the large front doors of Greener Pastures, Miles said in a low voice, “Where do we start this morning? I’m guessing we don’t just knock on residents’ doors and start questioning them about where they were when Mickey was murdered. Especially since the Greener Pastures staff is onto us.”
Myrtle gave Miles an annoyed look. “You’re entirely too concerned about what the Greener Pastures staff thinks about you.”
“Only because I don’t want them throwing away my application for residency,” said Miles. “This place is looking more and more attractive by the second. I can only imagine how large the bill for the air conditioning repair is going to be when the worker comes out this evening.”
Myrtle decided to ignore Miles’s irritating affinity for t
