Miles seemed eager to leave the proximity of the body. “I’ll tell Georgia. And let the others know they need to wait around.”
That suited Myrtle just fine. She stayed exactly where she was, making sure no one trampled the crime scene.
It wasn’t long before Red arrived. Even though he was obscured by the rug and the quilts hanging next to it, she could see his big shoes approaching. Stomping, actually.
Sure enough, his face soon peered around the textiles. His face was just as florid as his hair was. “Mama! What are you doing?”
She calmly said, “I’m protecting a crime scene. What are you doing?”
you“Did you touch anything?”
“Yes. I very carefully touched his neck to make sure he was dead. That’s all I touched.”
Red backed her out of the area and pointed to Georgia’s house. “I ne
