Chapter Seven
To his credit, there was only a tinge of amusement in his voice. Apparently, she was the only octogenarian caller he received. “How can I help you, Mrs. Clover?”
“Here’s the thing. I’m writing a story about Luther Cobb for the newspaper and I wanted to verify some of the facts about the case before the article ran. Is that something you can help me with?” asked Myrtle in her sweetest tone.
Perkins said politely, “I’d be happy to. Getting an accurate story in the press is always a good thing.”
“Excellent,” said Myrtle. “Could you verify that Luther died this morning? And do you have a particular time?”
“Luther Cobb did die this morning and the exact time is yet to be determined. I’d probably just go with ‘morning.’”
Myrtle jotted down a couple of notes on one of the mil
