Chapter Four
Myrtle snorted. “Who has to pretend to be Miss Marple? I’ve already gotten a lot more information than Red could even dream of.”
Miles gestured toward the car. “Can we go now? I don’t think we’re going to get any more answers by hanging out here now.”
But Myrtle had spotted something and said absently, “You can wait for me in the car, if you want. I see Lieutenant Perkins just made it here.”
Miles sighed. “Don’t you think Perkins will be busy assessing the scene or whatever it is that ranking state police officers do?”
“I believe the scene has already been assessed,” said Myrtle, walking with determination toward the tall, wiry man with the military haircut.
Red, fortunately, had not seen his mother’s progress toward Perkins and he walked up to greet him. Myrtle could te
