Chapter Four
Myrtle said in a calm voice, “I can see that there actually isn’t a phone in the classroom Miles, so if you wouldn’t mind finding one?”
Miles, looking a little gray, disengaged himself from Louvenia and hurried off to find one.
Myrtle carefully entered the room to take the chance to find any clues she could by the time that Red arrived and shooed her away from the crime scene.
“Do you think you should go in there?” clucked Louvenia. “I mean, if we do, won’t we leave evidence in there? Our DNA or something?”
“Pooh, Louvenia. We’ve left our DNA all over the place in here already—we were eating and drinking and cooking and carrying on all day long. That’s why it was such a great place for the murderer to kill Chester.” Myrtle walked as close to Chester as she dared to go. Sh
