Chapter Twelve
“At the park? Do botanists go to the park at five a.m.? That seems more like a birdwatcher thing to do.”
“Don’t know,” said Wanda, sounding sleepy. “Jest might want to head over there.” Having delivered her message, Wanda was now clearly trying to get off the phone and return to her slumbers.
“All right—thanks. Go get some sleep,” said Myrtle.
Wanda didn’t need to be told twice. She quickly signed off.
Since Myrtle was already completely ready for her day despite the early hour, she walked over to Miles’s house. She’d found herself waking Miles up quite a few times lately, so was relieved to see the lights on in his living room. She tapped on the door and Miles, after cautiously looking out the window, opened the door.
“Something wrong?” he asked. “You look as though y
