Chapter Eight
Erma gave her a leering grin. “Can I be your sidekick again?”
Myrtle recoiled. Erma was decidedly not sidekick material. Sure she had, somewhat accidentally, helped with a couple of cases. But it was only in the most roundabout of ways.
Myrtle deftly skirted the question, instead, asking one of her own. “Does this mean you have information to share?”
“Course I do!” Erma gave her braying laugh and winked at Myrtle. “You know I always have my fingers on the pulse of the town.”
Myrtle wouldn’t have said that. She’d found that most everyone with a pulse in the town hastily headed in a different direction when Erma was heading their way. “What have you got?” she asked crisply.
Erma gave an elaborate pantomime of checking to make sure that Olive was otherwise occupied. Satisf
