Red was now focusing his attention on Kingston. “May I ask what you’re doing here?”
“I live nearby,” said Kingston offhandedly.
Red narrowed his eyes. “Not that close. Were you coming over to see Jo Fowler?”
Kingston looked at Myrtle and then looked back at Red. He seemed to flounder and looked at Myrtle with an appealing gaze as if asking her to help him out.
Myrtle said, “Kingston was having a relationship with Jo.”
Kingston flinched and Myrtle said, “It’s better to just bite the bullet and spill the beans.” She turned to Red again, “He was devastated when he pulled up. He had no idea what had happened.”
“Hmm,” said Red in a disbelieving voice. “Is that so?”
Kingston nodded. “It is. I was planning on running by for a visit with Jo. I was at home before that.”
“And no one was a
