Chapter Eighteen
Myrtle and Miles walked toward Miles’s Volvo. Miles said, “Bonnie said that Amos was acting weird at your dinner party. That’s not really a good sign for the future of their relationship.”
Myrtle scoffed. “Bonnie wouldn’t know flirting if it hit her in the face. But she might understand an email or an invitation to a date a little better. Besides, she’s unemployed right now and at loose ends. Who am I to stand in the way of true love?”
Miles gave up. “Okay, well, it’s the middle of the day now. Are we going to try and hunt down more suspects? We’ve got plenty of hours left to do it. What’s our next move?”
“I want to find out more about that argument that Felix had with Chester. Let’s try to scout him out,” said Myrtle, climbing into Miles’s car.
Miles said, “How exact
