Chapter Twenty“What I don’t understand,” said Red. “Is why that reporter just happened to be out there in the middle of nowhere with you.”
They were back at Myrtle’s house—Kim too. She’d needed a ride to get back out of there since she was still too shaken up to get behind a wheel. Red had taken only a few minutes to arrive—he must have been flying. Now Myrtle was settled in her living room with a glass of sherry and Kim had gone to the restroom, which was why Red was questioning Myrtle now about it.
“I might have given her a lead,” said Myrtle.
“A lead that took her out to the middle of nowhere? No wonder the girl carries a gun,” said Red.
“I was only trying to keep her from being so underfoot all the time. She was driving me nuts, covering this story and then doing those ridiculous f
