Chapter Three
Myrtle frowned and picked up the phone. “Hello?”
There was a screech on the other end and Myrtle pulled the phone away from her ear. The screeching went on for another minute. When there was a pause, she cautiously put the phone back to her ear. “Puddin?” she asked.
There was more screeching on the other end.
Myrtle finally shouted into the phone, “Puddin! I can’t understand you.”
Wanda calmly rose from the kitchen table and carefully pushed her chair underneath the table.
“Come over!” yelled Puddin.
“Where?” asked Myrtle. “Are you still at the Subers house?”
“Yes! An’ he’s dead!” Puddin spat out the last word as if Subers had arranged it as a personal affront to her.
Myrtle hung up and said, “Miles, can you drive us?”
Miles sighed. “Are we sure that Puddin knows wh
