Chapter Eighteen
Miles shoved his puzzle away as if eager to put it out of his sight. “I think I want to mull this all over. Just to get things set in my head.”
Myrtle glanced at the puzzle. “Or you’re trying to escape your Sudoku.”
“It really is a bad one.”
“You said it was two stars,” said Myrtle.
Miles sighed. “Apparently, I’m not quite as adept at Sudoku as I am at crosswords.”
“Well, perhaps you can apply your talents to the case before you head home. Let’s see. Liam was really our best suspect, but I suppose we can count him out unless we’re cursed with two killers in this tiny town.”
Miles nodded. “Right.”
“So let’s start with Liam, our most recent murder. Who might have wanted to do away with our local lawyer?” asked Myrtle.
“Tripp was right there,” pointed out Miles helpf
