“Depending on how much time we have.”
Miles said, “We’ve got plans at eleven to have breakfast.”
“Breakfast?”
Breakfast“Yes. I know that’s practically dinnertime for you and me, but that’s not an uncommon time for teenagers to eat breakfast. Although I suppose it’s technically brunch,” said Miles.
“Okay. That should give us enough time to talk to at least one person.”
Miles asked, “Who do you think our first early-morning victim should be?”
“I’m thinking Millicent Montgomery, since she was so irked about Victor reselling something from her yard sale. She seems like a likely suspect.”
“Do we have a good excuse to go bother her?” asked Miles. “And might she be at church?”
Myrtle blinked at him as if she’d never heard the word church before.
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