Chapter Three
“Miss Myrtle,” Dinah called out. She was a tall, thin woman with graying brown hair that she had pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes were red and she had every appearance of being completely exhausted from what had just transpired.
Myrtle said, “My dear. I was with Red when he got the phone call and I immediately came over. Do you need to sit down? We have Miles’s car here.”
Dinah gave her a grateful look. “Do you mind? I’ve been feeling like my legs won’t be able to hold me up much longer. But I can’t go into the house because, well.” She gestured over to the house and the crowd of police there.
Miles quickly opened the car door and Dinah sat down with relief. “Thank you so much.” She hesitated. “I guess you heard what happened.”
Myrtle nodded. “After a fashion. Jaspe
