Chapter Seventeen
Miles pushed open the old wooden door with relief.
Myrtle shoved the ginger ale at him. “Here. You should drink this for your migraine. You don’t look so hot.”
“It was the environment in there. It was too hot, too crowded, and too loud. I’m not thirsty now. Could you stick it in your purse for a while?” asked Miles as they got into his car.
Myrtle sighed and dropped the ginger ale into the depths of her pocketbook.
“What did Steven have to say?” asked Miles.
“Well, after he finished inquiring after my health, he told me that his sister had an affair with Gabriel for a time,” said Myrtle.
Miles’s eyebrows shot up. “I never would have guessed that.”
“Apparently they must have kept it hush-hush since Gabriel is married. Her brother also mentioned that she was very co
