Chapter Thirteen
Miles answered. He was pale and his eyes squinted as if the sunshine hurt him.
Myrtle pushed her way past him. “Lock the door!” she said. “Erma may still be lurking out there or might remember something she forgot to tell me or something else equally horrid.”
Miles immediately locked the door.
Myrtle walked over to Miles’s sofa and plopped down. “Erma is so nosy and loud that I simply can’t figure out why on earth no one murders her. All of these perfectly respectable people end up murdered and somehow Erma is always left in the land of the living. The murderers in this town are exceptionally dimwitted.”
Miles carefully sat down in his recliner and immediately put it in the reclining position. “It’s unfortunate. Thanks for managing to shake her off before she ended
