Chapter Twenty
Myrtle slowly turned around. There was no way she’d be able to outrun Boone. And Boone wasn’t going to allow her to pull up the phone app and dial 911. But she did manage to hit a button on Miles’s new phone.
“I always said you were a sharp old lady. Of course, back in school, I thought you were old then, and you were just a few years older than I am now. And here you are, sharp as a tack, in your 80s. Will wonders never cease?” He grinned at her, but his eyes were hard as flint.
Myrtle gave him a reproving look. It hadn’t worked in high school and it didn’t seem to be working now, either. “Sharp? In what way? The fact that I found Miles’s phone that he lost here earlier? That was fairly sharp of me; retracing his steps and then coming here to retrieve the phone.”
Boon
